Yuppietown

(from the CD An Angel Somewhere)

Blame it on the riddler
Blame it on the joker
Blame it on whoever you can
If you've got one blame it on
Your girlfriend; if you're a woman
Blame it on a man
Time to find an answer
Time to point a finger
Time to find somebody to blame
Time to find a victim
Time to sign the dotted line
Time to start naming names

New York
Is dying
It's turning into
Just one more Yuppietown.

I've been chasing rainbows
Walking on my tiptoes
Trying to find a place in the world
I'm asking sincerely
If this world is really my oyster
Where is my pearl?
I've been sick; I've been embarrassed
In Sydney and in Paris
I pissed on every statue in Rome
I'm not sure how it happened
But now I'm in Manhattan
Still a million miles from home.

There's madmen on the subways
Gangsters on the airwaves
Who the hell is in control?
Has my innocence been lost?
Is it all just candy floss?
Is it really only rock and roll?
I'm not trying to be funny
I'm just trying to make some money
For the landlord; she's as hard as nails
Let's get the lingerie and guns
Let's go and have some fun
Let's go and die, die, die in Bloomingdales.