Here I sit, broken-hearted
Mourning a life that never even got started
I bought the line
I sold my car
I crawled through tunnels
And I wept in bars
Now I'm gagging on fumes in a cold white cell
And I can't just pretend to enjoy the smell

I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
I'm sick of only seeing the seams
And I want New York City
To go back to being the city of my dreams

Here I sit, broken-hearted
Caged like a hamster in my apartment
Wanna get out, I gotta pay a toll
To the stinkin-ass drunk on the stoop below
But I got nothing for him, I blew it all
On a studio the size of a toilet stall

I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
I'm sick of only seeing the seams
And I want New York City
To go back to being the city of my dreams
I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
Let be be finale of seem
Now I want New York City
To go back to being the city of
The city of my dreams

Iridescent in the morning
Incandescent in the evening
Fill the sky with silver towers rising
If you zoom way out it starts to look just like the smile of a friend
Iridescent in the morning
Incandescent in the evening
So majestic, mighty and magnetic
And I never ever ever want to see it again.

I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
I'm sick of only seeing the seams
And I want New York City
To go back to being the city of
The city of my dreams

Here I sit, broken-hearted
Thinking it's high time that I departed
I breathed your smog
I ate your crumbs
I suffered your fools
And I fed your bums
Now let it be written on the bathroom wall:
I'M GETTING OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE
FUCK YOU ALL

I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
I'm sick of only seeing the seams
And I want New York City
To go back to being the city of my dreams
I'm a ghost, motherfuckers
Let be be finale of seem
Now I want New York City
To go back to being the city of
The city of my dreams.