Strange, Slow And Old lyrics

There is no use for damage control when heroes become villains with counterfeit morals Forget going out in style, substitute giving up on everything that you stand for forget going out in style In New York on a Saturday no one's working on a dream just saving face for the character it seems In New York on a Saturday someone has diamonds in their eyes baby, this town rips the bones from your spine Fighting to keep the mask on his face an actor nothing more chalks betrayal up to mistake Baby this town rips the bones from your spine we gotta get out while we're still alive (In New York on a Saturday someone has diamonds in their eyes)