N.Y. Stars - Lou Reed (娄.里德)

Written by：Lou Reed

The stock is empty in our eyeball store

All we got left a few cataracts and sores

The faggot mimic machine never had an ides

Mission impossible they self destruct on fear

On a standard New York night ghouls go to see their so called stars

A fairly stupid thing to pay five bucks for a fourth rate imitation

They say I'm so empty no surface no depth

Oh please can't I be you your personality's so great

Like new buildings square tall and same

Sorry Miss Stupid didn't you know

Didn't you know it was a game

I'm just waiting for them to hurry up and die

It's really getting to crowed here

Help me New York stars

Contributions accepted all the same

We need new people store

Remember we're very good at games