Текст песни All My Friends In New York

Staying home is not really an option For alcoholics living in Manhattan Have you seen the size of John Bush's apartment? It's a bit smaller than a glove compartment For all my friends in New York, the next 10 rounds are on me New Yorkers have the most familiar faces And they do their drugs in the most public places Every week an old friend shows up, surprise And wants my friends to stay up for the sunrise Hello Max, Johnny, John, Omar Hello sun, goodbye Niagara Bar How many times can you listen to Blondie, The Clash, The Ramones, and that Strokes song? How many people can we fit in a bathroom? That Ryan Adams guy is fucking crazy To Pete, Brian, and Jimmy G, the next ten lines are on me