We've got a secret that we can not explain
We're happier than we were yesterday
We're so high that our minds don't have frames
It's New York City in the afternoon
It's 20 bucks if we're in Brooklyn soon
But don't tell anyone,
Let's just keep it to ourselves

Well it's do or die, so just pay that guy, and we'll buzz #302
Well we did and died, and we paid the price
Did you make it another night too?

What a week on the road with my friends
Speed, cocaine, and heroin
I'd be lying if I said I'd rather be home
People worry too much about the end
I keep it simple, I love and trust my friends,
But I'd rather be in New York doing heroin again