47 Black New York Town Lyrics

New York Town Lyrics

Too much pain, too much sorrow

Eyes bone dry, get on with our tomorrows

I wake up in a pool of tears and sweat

Cryin' for some friends I ain't never even met

Then I hear the drone of a low-flyin' plane

And oh my God, here we go again!



Skyscrapers blowin' up inside my head

Screamin' at a fireman whose radio is dead

Flyin' in a chopper over the Towers

Get out of there, my sisters and brothers

I been tellin' everybody since 1993

These radios are gonna be the death of me

Ain't no smoke without a fire

The people want answers not patronizin'

Somethin' goin' down, New York Town

Somethin' goin' down

Somethin' goin' down, New York Town

Somethin' goin' down



I been talkin' to a man from the CIA

Hey we got you covered, kid, everything is okay

Then why the hell ain't we had an investigation

It's just too complicated

'sides you just don't get the political implications

And you sound like a commie from the United Nations.



Too man friends, too many heroes

Dust in the wind - Ground Zero

Too many cowboys, too many martyrs

Too many questions, not enough answers

Was no one lookin' out for us, is that so simplistic

Brothers and sisters all becomin' statistics



Ain't no smoke.



I dreamed I saw the White House - an oil well in the yard

Was I just bein' paranoid?

SUVs, SOBs, gas guzzlers

Didn't conservation go out with Jimmy Carter

Is it just me and my imagination

Or have we sold out the very spirit of this nation?



The talkin' heads are chattering on television

In between ads - the new religion

I wish they'd leave me here just broken-hearted

Right back where I started

Then I hear the rumble of a low flyin' plane

And, oh my God, this thing is happenin' again



Ain't no smoke



Orphan of the Storm

Get off the plane at Kennedy

Got a dream in your heart

Though it's down in your boots

Got a hundred quid in your pocket

And a couple of addresses

In Woodside and the Bronx

And you fit in like a fist in a glove

With the other hard chaws on the gang

Some are runnin' from themselves

Some are runnin' from God and man

And you drink to dull the memory

Of why you strayed from home

To the concrete fields of New York City

An orphan of the storm



The gangerman looks at you

Respect in his eyes

He knows you'll work until you drop

'Cause there's a black rage eatin' away inside you

You'd walk through walls, son

Before you'd ever give up

And at night you're like a phantom

Nailin' every you one you can

It's better than lyin' awake in the dark

Thinkin' of her with another man

But she'll never take your dreams away

That's not why you've come

To the canyoned streets of New York City

An orphan of the storm



You only went back once

You just had to be sure

Kindness in her eyes

You saw only pity there

So drink up your Jamesons whiskey

Wash it down with pints

Obliteration on the rocks

Then out of here in the dawn's hungover light



So you put her far behind you

You hardly think of her anymore

Well, maybe on a rainy Sunday night

You're the gangerman yourself now

Got a new job down the Trades

And every little thing's gonna be alright

Then they blew you to sweet Jesus

On that grand September day

Not a cloud on your horizon

Your heart finally okay

But they couldn't take your dreams away

They were not for sale or loan

On the shattered streets of New York City

This orphan has finally come home