All the bars on Bowery Have closed their doors on Christmas Eve Broken bottles in the street Oh, hallelujah, don't let them fool ya I'm one in a million Praying the snow falls in time That all will be quiet And Santa stays sober tonight And bullets may fly Over the lower east side Right over my head, over my head And New York City is dead Snowflakes over Central Park Dirtied by the passing cars Blackens every beating heart Oh, hallelujah, it runs right through ya I'm one in a million Praying the snow falls in time That all will be quiet And Santa stays sober tonight And bullets may fly Over the lower east side Right over my head, over my head And New York City is dead From Brownstone cowboy, bankers' wives To the paper bag of warm cyanide It's never quiet, always bright Oh, hallelujah, so what's it to ya?