My gun is tired and lonely The son is going home I don't wanna sing about it So forget this fucking song I met Elvis & he said DO IT Saw Jim & he said GO We rent a car & drove to Hendrix We were alive We took a trip to N-Y City & Interviewed the Ghetto-BOYZ We couldn't really get much higher Presley had a brandnew voice NEW YORK 21 GO Yo Joe Jimmy screamed for ice & Jim couldn't spell New York E.P. told a damn old joke We were lonesome tonight We feed the highway We ride the storm 4 living crazy Yankees 21 was born NEW YORK 21 GO AWAY You can't think the way I do You find out that you is not you You steel my dreams & walk away Confess a sin & call your name Lets get out you