| Well I used to have a room on the Lower East Side
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| The place where the European immigrants arrived
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| With just enough room to swing an alley cat
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| The time they called me Eurotrash
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| Down in Chinatown the block was running down
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| It’s gentrified now, it’s a gallery town
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| Chic boutiques for the super-rich creeps
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| For people like me it’s out of reach
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| For reasons becoming clear to me
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| New York City you are dead to me
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| Well you can turn back time but I’m never coming back
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| To when you called me Eurotrash
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| Well they called me Eurotrash and I was happy to be
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| I used to drink at a bar called the Passerby
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| Where the strobe lights flashed in a floor of many colours
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| And they played Fischerspooner all night
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| There was a new American century but Arto Lindsay moved away
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| And in place of the halls where we used to play
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| There’s now a million frozen yoghurt joints
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| For reasons becoming clear to me
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| New York City you are dead to me
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| Well you can turn back time or turn your back on me
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| But I’m never going back to Eurotrash
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| The day of the beginning of the end of things
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| I was up on the roof and saw the planes
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| Ayako took a picture of me with the towers on fire behind
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| Rika said it was a beautiful sight, we argued around that line all night
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| But later it was something you would probably cite as a factor in her suicide
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| For reasons pretty clear to see
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| New York City you are dead to me
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| Well you can turn back time but she’s never coming back
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| From the time they called me Eurotrash
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| For reasons self-evident and necessary
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| New York City you are dead to me
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| Well you can turn back time but I’m never coming back
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| I’m Eurotrash
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| Drunkenness |