N.Y. NOODLE TOWN - YOKO ONO PLASTIC ONO BAND

We’re roaming the city where the streets bear no seed

And as far as you can see, there’s anger and need

When one finds treason as life’s reason

Confusion and depression bred by manipulation

This is our city for your lucky chance

Where you watch people drink, and drink and dance

The mind’s a bomb, messing our land

This confusion and depression bred by intimidation

Where we’re running, running, running

To the horizon of our dreams

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

This is the valley of silent fears

Where the dead meet dead and watch the living cry

This is the valley of silent tears

The wet pan alley called a city

While we’re running, running, running

To the horizon of our dreams

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

New York, noodle town

New York, New York, noodle town