Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
\ By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
\ So hats off to the industry's casualties
\ Tra loo tray lay.
\ Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
\ Pull you under New Amsterdam.
\ Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
\ How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
\ Even the mole people got to get religion.
\ They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
\ Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
\ When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
\ Grab his ankles, stevedores,
\ Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
\ Even the mole people got to get religion.
\ They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
\ Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
\ Pull you under New Amsterdam.
\ Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
\ How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
\ Even the mole people got to get religion.
\ They gonna join that underground church