Fugue State Fair - Let's Go Downtown and Die

We can watch them bombing Manhattan
From our loft on the 33rd floor
The bridges are locked and the tunnels are blocked
There's no doorman left at our door
We used to have so much fun
Before we had the cash to live here
It's quiet and clean if you know what I mean
But it has no atmosphere

I don't want to die in Midtown
In a comfortable conference room chair
Dying on the Upper West Side
Dying on the Upper West Side
Dying on the Upper West Side
Let's go Downtown and die there

We can walk past the New Jersey soldiers
Glaring on Avenue A
Maybe our friends can meet us
Like they used to do back in the day

I don't want to die in Soho
And please anywhere but Times Square
Dying on the Upper West Side
Dying on the Upper West Side
Dying on the Upper West Side
Let's go Downtown and die there

The felafel's not as good up in heaven
The bands aren't as loud up in hell
There's trash everywhere but I swear the air
Has an intelligent smell
But all I smell now is destruction
And that's not nearly as nice
Let's go to our spot where the power is out
And drink up the last of the ice

Dying on the Upper West Side
Dying on the Upper West Side
Dying on the Upper West Side
Let's go Downtown and die there

Written by:
Jason Zasa

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