vampires of New York

Come see the vampires of New York
Come lose your mind in Central Park
But don't leave your soul behind
Come take in 8th street after dark
Such peculiar people you'll remark
You might even see a murder

And all the whores on Bleecker Street
They wear the blissful grin
Caused by the drugs they take
To relieve them of their sins

And "oh lord I think she's dying"
I heard somebody say
I think she's dying
And "oh oh lord I think she's dying"