Oh no Oh, please I was down on my knees with Johnny Thunders Losing leaves, having a ball Shooting pool down the head in the hall Ooh, we rolled up sleeves We're shooting, and they're slipping out of our knees There were kids looking through my window Stranger's coming through my door Every ash were not in New York joking I couldn't take it no more Oh, no Oh, please I was down on my knees with Johnny's on his living knees Copping dog in a phone box of Billy laundry The herald view, oh God, he was turning blue There were kids looking through my window Strangers coming through my door I'm a youngster, not a New York junkie I couldn't tell you no more In the pouring rain, from side watch the auction lanes Here they come, Johnny Thunders and the Dead Veins There were kids looking through my window Strangers coming through my door I'm a yachtsman, not a New York junkie I couldn't take it no more Oh, no Oh, please I was down on my knee, but journey's from the slipping lakes