 ¶ New York was dark, dirty and starved, burning with yellow wings ¶ ¶ Every day'd come with fever and hunger, oh, so I did pray ¶ ¶ Walk in a war without a thought, fall and hit the ground ¶ ¶ Sweet Mary Jane with eyes like the rain, alive to the sound ¶ ¶ She don't mind the late night, late night radio ¶