The Preacher - Fun Lovin' Criminals

My part of Broadway’s bumpin' karachi taught me one thing

If you’re gonna die for something bite down on the gun stop frontin

I’m gettin' bruised and battered just like Mick said, Manhattan

Just when I thought if mattered up jump from the cut my pastor

My heart is filled with pain, New York City just ain’t the same

My only company is all you players but I hate the games

The buildings skew my view it’s gotta get to you

Just when I thought it through there oh so many variables

Downtown don’t give a fuck, they think you’re all stuck op

They ain’t got the dough to duck, they ain’t got no time to see the preacher

My heart is filled with pain, New York City just ain’t the same

My only company is all you players but I hate the games

My heart is filled with pain, New York City just ain’t the same

My only company is all you players but I hate the games