Thursday came,
I was tired of the Fire Engines,
tired of the Taxi Cabs,
tired of the elevators,
tired of the door-man smiling,
when I know he wants to,
kick off his shoes and jump around like a fire cracker
From the sidewalk
Trains about to pass
It smells like,
hot open steaming ass
I gotta get out
Gotta get the hell out
I gotta get out
Get the hell out

Ran through the streets
Threw off my clothes,
onto the ground
Laughed as we danced around
One with the city
Drank from the fountains
Swam through the pavement

Nice to see you shine again
Good to know you've got a friend

I built a campfire in my in my 14309,
West 17th Street apartment complex
Marshmallows roasted by a candlestick,
quick, get the water,
it's gettin' out of hand, yo
Little glowing constellations,
on my ceiling, everywhere
House plants covering,
our naked butts are bare
Grab the kitten,
'cos the critters getting bored
I'm gonna pick a big fat booger for the Lord

Ran through the streets
Threw off my clothes,
onto the ground
Laughed as we danced around
One with the city
Drank from the fountains
Swam through the pavement
Suddenly I looked around

Nice to see you shine again
Good to know you've got a friend

Ran through the streets
Threw off my clothes,
onto the ground
Laughed as we danced around
One with the city
Drank from the fountains
Swam through the pavement
Suddenly I looked around

Nice to see you shine again
Good to know you've got a friend
Nice to see you shine again
Good to know you've got a friend