SO DEVIANCY SHITS ON YOUR 401K

New York hormones are jumping through hoops,
New York fruits eat New York loops.
Look at them beards on them Crown Heights Jews,
New York butts take New York poos.

Mr. Businessman buy a new suit,
Safe down on Wall Street playing skin flute.
Threatened by wackos at every turn,
Screaming, "Burn Joey Ramone Burn".

But you live in the Temple of Diversity,
So deviancy shits on your 401K.
Just a profligate capitalist growing your tummy,
Rent a movie and pretend you're in Maine.

But somewhere on Delancey Street,
A used condom gives birth to degeneracy.
And germs are crawling closer to Chambers,
And needles washed up are reused by nipple sucking flamers.

Shut down Twilo in the night,
Let them cracked out kids into the light.
Lead them to that fucking K Mart on Astor Place,
Hide your eyes to diversity of race.

Immaculately polished justification 
for the devaluation of creativity and genuine social interaction 
as closeted fears push your hatred of freedom
 to cherish your vote for Guiliani.

Andrew will rise one day, 
To satisfy your thighs one day,
To gentrify the skies one day,
To ship us out to Williamsburg.

Soviet missiles aimed at the Upper East Side,
Warm my heart and appease my conscience.
Shower me with Jewish eccentricity,
And don't take away my city.

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