The Vampires Of New York

The Vampires Of New York - Marcy Playground

Written by：John Wozniak

Come see the vampires of New York

Come lose your mind in central park

But don't leave your soul behind

Come take in 8th street after dark

Such peculiar people you'll remark

You might even see a murder

And all the ****** on Bleecker street

They wear the blissful grin

Caused by the ***** they take

To relieve them of their sins

And oh oh lord I think she's dying I heard somebody say

I think she's dying and oh oh lord I think she's dying

Or maybe she's already dead and maybe she's gone to Mars

Maybe we could even write her epitaph in the stars

It'd say if you go away from here if you go a million miles

Come downtown to see them go into the den of the vampires of New York

But please watch your step as you're getting off kids