Hand in hand in hand In the arms of a man Who will take care of me Who will do what he can On the streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets I see them looking at me They see me looking at you The creeps have crept out of their caves With their new hairdos Nightmare machine Is making me blind In all this fog I am tired In all this fog you will find I left it all on the line I left it all on the line Lineup by the wall One through six look the same Fucker stole my phone Fucker knows my name Furious I am waiting to confront him to shame But I don't know what he looks like Everyone looks the same Black pants, black jacket Patdown money racket Standing closer to me Standing closer to me But I don't know what he looks like Everyone looks the same Everyone looks the same Everyone looks the same I don't know what he looks like Everyone looks the same