Back In N. Y. C. lyrics

Artist  : Genesis 
Song : Back In N. Y. C.



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 No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the
familiar faces fresh in his mind he moves into a
reconstruction of his old life, above ground -
too much time was one thing he didn’t need, so
he
To cut through it with a little speed. he was
better off dead, than slow in the head. his momma
and poppa had taken a ride on his back, so he left
very quickly to join the pack.


I see faces and traces of home back in new york
city -
So you think I’m a tough kid? is that what you
heard? 
Well I like to see some action and it gets into
my blood.
The call me the trail blazer - rael - electric
razor
I’m the pitcher in the chain gang, we don’t
believe in pain
’cos we’re only as strong, yes we’re only as
strong,
As the weakest link in the chain.


Only after a spell in pontiac reformatory was he
given any respect in the gang.

Let me out of pontiac when I was just seventeen,
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I
mean, what I mean.

You say I must be crazy, ’cos I don’t care who I
hit, who I hit.
But I know it’s me that’s hitting out and i’m,
I’m not full of shit.
I don’t care who I hurt, I don’t care who I do
wrong.
This is your mess I’m stuck in, I really don’t
belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with
gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where rael has
been, has been.


Now, walking back home after a raid, he was
cuddling a sleeping porcupine.
That night he pictured the removal of his hairy
heart and to the accompaniment of very romantic
music he watched it being shaved smooth by an
anonymous stainless steel razor.


As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. no!
Off we go...

Your sitting in your comfort you don’t believe
I’m real,
You cannot buy protection from the way that I
feel.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their
trash,
But it was mine in the first place, so I’ll burn
it to ash.
And I’ve tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid them down in coloured sheets (laid them
down in coloured
Sheets).
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you’re out walking the streets with your
mainline connection? 
Connection.

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair.
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. no!