Tytuł: New York fever

• Wykonawca: The Toasters
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I've got a problem that I cannot explain
   A small metal slug tore a hole through my brain
   I got heartburn it's like a knife in my back
   I like to ride the subway but I might get pushed on the tracks
   I got no money I get so depressed
   When a perfect stranger puts a gun to my chest
   I tell you doctor I'm going of my mind
   Is there anything for a pain of this kind
   New York Fever again
  
   Hey hey, hey hey!
  
   I've got a pounding on the back of my skull
   I try to react but my senses are dull
   I hear voices I wish not to repeat
   Too busy dodging bullets on the street
   I've got to get out of this town
   Something stinks it's about to go down
   Feeling sick but I can't feel my pain
   I've got the New York Fever, New York Fever again
  
   Hey hey!
  
   Go! hey hey hey hey hey hey!
  
   New York fever again
  
   Hey hey, hey hey!
  
   Well
   It's quite outrageous, and I cannot believe
   The kids can't read but they are armed to the teeth
   They keep complaining that they can't find no work
   They don't go to school they do drugs act like jerks
   I've got a pounding a pounding on the back of my skull...
   I try to react but my senses are dull
   I hear voices I wish not to repeat!
   I'm too busy dodging bullets on the street!
  
   New York Fever (New York Fever)
   New York Fever (New York Fever)
   New York Fever (New York Fever)
   New York Fever again...