I see faces and traces of home Back in New York City So you think I'm a tough kid Is that what you heard? Well, I like to see some action, And it gets into my blood. Well, they let me out of Pontiac When I was just seventeen I had to get it out of me If you know what I mean, what I mean. They say I must be crazy Cause I don't care who I hit, who I hit. Cause I know it's me that's hitting out And I know I'm not full of shit. Down by my bottle, filled up high with gasoline You can tell by the night fires Where a rail has been, has been. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame but me. Gave my heart, deep in hell, Time to shave, shave it off, it off No time for romantic escape and your Fluffy heart is ready for rape Off we go. Off we go. Off we go You're sitting in your comfort Who don't believe I'm real You cannot buy protection For the way that I feel. Your progressive hypocrites Handing out their trash It was mine in the first place So I'll burn to ash. When I've taken all the strongest meats And laid them down in colored sheets Well, who needs illusions, Of love and affection when you're out Walking in the streets, your mainline connection. Connection. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame but me. Held my heart, deep in hell, Time to shave, shave it off, it off No. No time for romantic escape And your fluffy heart is ready for rape No. No time for romantic escape And your fluffy heart is ready for rape No time. Back in New York City.