Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain,

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

I Was Just Too Stubborn To Ever Be Governed By Enforced Insanity.

Princess On The Steeple And All The Pretty People, They're Drinking, Thinking That They Got It Made. Exchanging All Kinds Of Precious Gifts And Things, But You'd Better Lift Your Diamond Ring, You'd Better Pawn It, Babe.

Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin' You Got Better Things To Do Dreams Never Did Work For Me Anyway Even When They Did Come True