Concrete Island brightly lit
In the neon midnight sun
Seething with the smell of life and death
Ooh, the city runs
Around the clock, around again
The day is never done
Roaches in the woodwork
And madmen on the run
New York, New York
Fantasies and dreams
New York, New York
Concrete realities
New York, New York
A balance of extremes
New York, New York
I'll feed your vanities
Violence, a way of life
And life, a way of death
Scream is saved for laughter
And laughter's saved for breath
The hounds of anxiety
Chase themselves in vain
The foxes of experience
Look on the news and say
New York, New York
Fantasies and dreams
New York, New York
Concrete realities
New York, New York
A balance of extremes
New York, New York
I'll feed your vanities
New York, New York
Fantasies and dreams
New York, New York
Concrete realities
New York, New York
A balance of extremes
New York, New York
I'll feed your vanities
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
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