N. Y. Stars
The stock is empty
In our eyeball store
All we got left
A few cataracts and sores
The faggot mimic machine
Never had ideas
Mission impossible
They self destruct on fear
On a standard new york night
Ghouls go to see their so called stars
A fairly stupid thing
To pay 5 bucks for a 4th rate imitators
They say, Im so empty
No surface, no depth
Oh, please, can I be you
Your personalitys so great
Like new buildings
Square tall and the same
Sorry, miss stupid
Didnt you know it was a game
Im just waiting
For them to hurry up and die
Its really getting to crowed here
Help me new york stars
Contributions accepted all the same
We need new people store
Remember, were very good at games
song performed by Lou Reed
Added by Lucian Velea
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