I lived in the Chelsea once, on 7th and 23rd
We came to live inside the myth of everything we heard
The poets on their barstools, they just loved it when it rained
They comb their hair in the mirror and grow addicted to the pain
And it makes no sense
And it makes perfect sense
And it makes no sense
And it makes perfect sense
♪
I saw Neon Leon, Spider and the boys
Just before the cops arrived and took off with the noise
It was nothing special, just another bar
The Max's Kansas City life makes everyone a star
And it makes no sense (and it makes perfect sense)
And it makes perfect sense (and it makes no sense)
And it makes no sense (and it makes perfect sense)
And it makes perfect sense
Go
Come on
♪
Nancy called up to her room, said, "Come and help with Sid"
We went down and looked around, the dealer let us in
We thought he was hysterical, but not that he was a joke
Don't know if he did what he said he did, nobody really knows
I stood out on the sidewalk when they busted through the door
In a white tuxedo jacket, cops had him by each arm
You know, the show of that thing nobody knows for sure
We know they found Nancy in her black underwear
Dead on the bathroom floor
And it makes no sense (and it makes perfect sense)
And it makes perfect sense (and it makes no sense)
And it makes no sense (and it makes perfect sense)
And it makes perfect sense
Go
Come on
Huh
♪
I lived in the Chelsea once on 7th and 23rd
We came to live inside the myth of everything we heard
The poets on their barstools, they just loved it when it rained
They comb their hair in the mirror and grow addicted to the pain
Make no sense (and it makes perfect sense)
And it makes perfect sense (and it makes no sense)
And it makes no sense (and it makes perfect sense)
And it makes perfect sense (and it makes no sense)
And we all moved out (and it makes perfect sense)
And we all moved on (and it makes no sense)
So we all moved out (and it makes perfect sense)
And we all moved on (and it no sense)
And on and on (and it makes perfect sense)