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  • So say one and so say all
    Say what you gotta say or don't say nothing at all
    You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights
    While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive
    So say one and so say all
    Be what you gotta be
    Or don't be nothing at all
    Be gracious to your mother
    When you leave this neighborhood
    The change is going to do her good next to me you look bad
    'Cos there ain't no fresh air for my momma, my momma
    But the drop is shear
    When you break away
    Take me away it's just about time to hit the road
    And say you gotta believe in something
    It's easy to see my God is fading away
    So pick up your Bible and pray for me
    We're all alone in the darkness
    But our eyes are open wide
    We don't see nothing and our hands are tied
    To the railings from the Bowery and the humid city slickers
    So say one and so say all
    We had a lot to say
    And we said it all
    The cost of living in dreams
    Is rising like a crime wave
    The American way of dying
    The American way of dying
    And it gets you every time
    And it looks like it's got to my momma, my momma
    May she rest in peace
  • So say one and so say all
    Say what you gotta say or don't say nothing at all
    You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights
    While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive
    So say one and so say all
    Be what you gotta be
    Or don't be nothing at all
    Be gracious to your mother
    When you leave this neighborhood
    The change is going to do her good next to me you look bad
    'Cos there ain't no fresh air for my momma, my momma
    But the drop is shear
    When you break away
    Take me away it's just about time to hit the road
    And say you gotta believe in something
    It's easy to see my God is fading away
    So pick up your Bible and pray for me
    We're all alone in the darkness
    But our eyes are open wide
    We don't see nothing and our hands are tied
    To the railings from the Bowery and the humid city slickers
    So say one and so say all
    We had a lot to say
    And we said it all
    The cost of living in dreams
    Is rising like a crime wave
    The American way of dying
    The American way of dying
    And it gets you every time
    And it looks like it's got to my momma, my momma
    May she rest in peace