I read in the paper that god was dead,
but I saw the devil laughing in the terminal.
He was leaving out of new york city,
said he's gotta get away, gotta get out of the city.
Staring at his reflection in the television,
I'm looking around for a new position,
when Jesus Christ comes up to me,
asking if I can spare some spare change to get back to New Jersey.
You act like I don't understand, I understand, now ask me if I care.
You're standing too close to me.
I gotta get away, gotta get out of the city.
So what if I don't give a damn, I can't see the sky,
buildings towering around me, and you're standing to close to me,
I gotta get away, gotta get out of the city.
