New York Bad Ass
I could be a taxi driver
Or a subway rat
I could be a ghetto mad dog
Or a baseball bat
I could be a walking lampost
Or a nail of rust
I could be a shadow hiding
Or a cloud of dust
Here I go again, another day
I could be a splintered park bench
Or a lighthouse bright
I could be graphitti on a train
Or a pigeon in flight
I could be a rotten tomato
Or a whale on the beach
I could be a million dollars
Or a dream out of reach
Her I go again
A New York Bad Ass
From the day I was born
From Hell to Earth
My soul it was torn
A New York bad ass
To the day that I die
Don't even know
The reason why
There is a place
Out on the streets
Don't leave a trace
Under the sheets
Is there Justice
The anger grows
A secret world
Nobody Knows
I could be a bitter pill
Or a welfare queen
I could be a vendors pretzel
Or a billboard scene
I could travel through time and space
Or squash every thought you've known
I could buy and sell your soul
Or just sit upon my thrown
Here I go again
A New York Bad Ass
From the day I was born
From Hell to Earth
My soul it was torn
A New York bad ass
To the day that I die
Don't even know
The reason why
There is a place
Out on the streets
Don't leave a trace
Under the sheets
Is there Justice
The anger grows
A secret world
Nobody Knows