We've got a secret that we can not explain.
We're happier than we were yesterday.
We're so high that our minds don't have frames.
It's New York City in the afternoon.
It's 20 bucks if we're in Brooklyn soon.
But don't tell anyone,
let's just keep it to ourselves.

Well it's do or die, so just pay that guy, and we'll buzz #302.
Well we did and died, and we paid the price.
Did you make it another night too?

What a week on the road with my friends.
Speed, cocaine, and heroin.
I'd be lying if I said I'd rather be home.
People worry too much about the end.
I keep it simple, I love and trust my friends,
but I'd rather be in New York doing heroin again.