text: Baby Ive been out of town
  I know it
  Could you please just let it go
  Im not looking to be saved
  She keeps her drugs on her bedstand at night
  Me by her side
  So were both close by
  When she wakes
  Well Sid and Nancy we are not
  Were only in it for
  Our own Broadway tragedy
  Your bedroom our Chelsea hotel room
  100 we could sell the rights
  Baby...have it made
  Throw the TV out the window
  Set fire in the halls
  Smash all of our records
  Kicking holes through the walls
  Be beautiful and tragic
  Like some Leonard Cohen song we will never hear
  And thats the way I want it my dear
  From Bellevue to the Brooklyn Bridge
  These straight jackets fit
  They will keep us warm at night
  You can carve your name into my arm
  I will rep stars that tell the world Im yours
  Throw the TV out the window
  Set fire in the halls
  Smash all of our records
  Kicking holes through the walls
  Be beautiful and tragic
  Like some Leonard Cohen song we will never hear
  And thats the way I want it my dear