n.C. Bm G D A
Things are different today back in New York.
Bm G D A
I lived down on third street way back in that day.
Bm G D A
There were junkies, pimps and whores. Hallelujah!
Bm A G A D n.C.
Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay.
INTRO, DRUMS:
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BAND IN:
|D | A |D | A |
Bm G D A
Things are different today back in New York.
Bm G D A
I lived down on third street way back in that day.
Bm G D A
There were junkies, pimps and whores. Hallelujah!
Bm A G A D A
Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay.
|D | A |
verse 1:
D A D G
I remember well the streets and all that smell.
D A Bm G
Rats around stayed safe in my kitchen. Oh fuckn'n hell!
D A F# G
They lured, at my door, always wanted more.
G A D A
Local dealer, kept theft out of way! (Hey, go!)
SOLO, GUITAR:
|Bm |G |D |A |
|Bm |G |D |A |
|Bm |G |D |A |
|Bm A |G A |D | A |
|D | A |
verse 2:
D A D G
It was such a perfect mess, what they call the L.E.S.
D A Bm G
Life was odd on every corner, but now there is so much less.
D A F# G
That's why I find talk is square. They ask me if a care.
G A D A
Gimme back that Apple In Decay! (Let's go!)
Chorus: