Oh city rain,
It floods the city streets
And in my city bed,
Out of my fuckin' head

Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you...
Is it snowing in space?

And all the Chelsea Snow
It floods the Chelsea hotels
It stones the Chelsea girls
It stones the Chlelsea boys

Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you...
Is it snowing in space?

How does your body feel today?
I forgot to ask.
Genius in a hospital bed
With briar-patch hair
It just isn't fair
Takin' bullets for a team of bad poets
How is it up there?
Takin' bullets for the team.

I really miss you
I really miss you
I really miss you
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
And you died, you died, you really died
Died, died, you really died

I am going to push them away
Fall to the leaves of the Winter tree's
Drowning, slowly, lonely
My City Rain