Respect the Hustle - Skaters

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh

New-York, New-York, New-York

It’s the city of dreams

Some come from far and wide

To see what that means

It’ll take your heart out

Just to see how you bleed

New-York, New-York, New-York

It’s a heartbreak machine

Oh, it may take some time

Till you get the dead eye

Or someone to realize

That there’s only mothers and thieves

That song on your stereo

It gives you a bit of hope

But, mostly

The dollars and cents seem to interject

And your star-crossed dreams

Stab you in the back

Cause you’re…

Oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh

(New-York, New-York, New-York)

(It's the city of dreams)

(Some come from far and wide)

(To see what that means)

It’ll take your heart out

Just to see how you bleed

New-York, New-York, New-York

It’s a heartbreak machine

All you’re getting is the third degree

An adoring fan with a ruthless knee

Faced with an awkward cell

You plead

Let me go!

Leave me be!

I think I’ve become a cynic

Does this mean that I belong?

Made a thousand terrible mistakes

Don’t know what went wrong

‘Cause you mouth’s still talking

Think you have control

Lies are popular belief

Like a cheap-treap product

From a field of greed

And your hopes are raised to the friendly fall

Like a potted plant from a five story wall

Got hit to the nose

While you look for love

You better get it together

Remember where you’re from

(New-York, New-York, New-York)

(It's a heartbreak machine)