The Toasters
The Toasters - New York Fever lyrics
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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 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! 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 again...