my gun is tired and lonely
the son is going home
I don’t wanna sing about it
so forget this fucking song

I met Elvis & he said DO IT
saw Jim & he said GO
we rent a car & drove to Hendrix
we were alive

we took a trip to N-Y City
& interviewed the Ghetto-BOYZ
we couldn’t really get much higher
Presley had a brandnew voice

NEW YORK 21 GO

yo Joe Jimmy screamed for ice
& Jim couldn’t spell New York
E.P. told a damn old joke
we were lonesome tonight

we feed the highway
we ride the storm
4 living crazy Yankees
21 was born

NEW YORK 21 GO AWAY

you can’t think the way I do
you find out that you is not you
you steel my dreams & walk away
confess a sin & call your name
lets get out you


© tekst: Rico / muziek: Zaman