NEW YORK MINUTE by tom jensen
Now there’s an outrageous thought…
Thinking you can contain this lot…
Oh, for sure it ain’t the safest of bets…
I don’t know what you got
going on in your head?
You just ain’t got the numbers
You’re only one
We are the ninety-nine
That keep buried our guns
And we know where to find them
If that day ever comes
Yeah, when that day comes
A heartbeat ceases
every New York minute
Can’t stop and talk about it
‘Cause I got caught
And I’m stuck up in it
Have to watch the clock
Or else the t.v.
Take a look at my face
See what this has done to me…