Dwell upon a dream
Staring at the screen
Five hours a day
And nothing accomplished
The complacency
Such lack of confidence
David Lynch your mind
Reverse the feeling
The crisis
That nasty jealousy
You never really rid of it
You let it blow your life away
Until you end up
Rotting in the shit
In the shit
In the shit
In the gutter
Drowning in
The waste waters
Of the city
Whether you face it
Or you look away
How you cope with shit
Each of us have a way
Who-oo-oo-oo
Cares
What you are
What you were
What you'll never be
New-York City
Can wait another day
I got nowhere to be
If only you could stay
If only you could stay
And the hours go by
Nothing accomplished
Nothing accomplished
No nothing accomplished