The tapwater tastes like shit And you're unsure about your permanent residence Or if you'll make enough to live Or just have to get used to it That is, if you get in And your chances are one in a million Unprepared for a wife and kids Much less to pay rent. Hard earned independence Attained without the hard work to earn it. You can still have a bad day in New York City. The ceiling when you touch it bends, And you can't take yourself serious Wait patiently for winter to end. April fools! It's come back from the dead East Village seeing red, You feel unsure about the things that you've said Can't help but single out Falsehoods, conflict and doubt Nice hotel room, 1 AM Across from a grid of windows with people in them. You can still have a bad day in New York City. When I move up the street Will you visit me? It takes cold, tangible facts to convince you of anything. You can still have a bad day in New York City.