Respect the Hustle

Oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh

New-York, New-York, New-York
It’s the city of dreams
Some come from far and wide
To see what that means
It’ll take your heart out
Just to see how you bleed
New-York, New-York, New-York
It’s a heartbreak machine

Oh, it may take some time
Till you get the dead eye
Or someone to realize
That there’s only mothers and thieves
That song on your stereo
It gives you a bit of hope
But, mostly
The dollars and cents seem to interject
And your star-crossed dreams
Stab you in the back
Cause you’re...

Oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh

(New-York, New-York, New-York)
(It’s the city of dreams)
(Some come from far and wide)
(To see what that means)
It’ll take your heart out
Just to see how you bleed
New-York, New-York, New-York
It’s a heartbreak machine

All you’re getting is the third degree
An adoring fan with a ruthless knee
Faced with an awkward cell
You plead
Let me go!
Leave me be!

I think I’ve become a cynic
Does this mean that I belong?
Made a thousand terrible mistakes
Don’t know what went wrong
‘Cause you mouth’s still talking
Think you have control

Lies are popular belief
Like a cheap-treap product
From a field of greed
And your hopes are raised to the friendly fall
Like a potted plant from a five story wall
Got hit to the nose
While you look for love
You better get it together
Remember where you’re from

(New-York, New-York, New-York)
(It’s a heartbreak machine)