Jeff Buckley: Back in nyc

I see faces and traces of home Back in New York City So you think Im a tough kid Is that what you heard Well I like to see some action And it gets into my blood Let me out of Pontiac When I was just seventeen I had to get it out of me If you know what I mean, what I mean You say I must be crazy Cos I dont care who I hit, who I hit Cause I know its me thats hitting out And Im not full of shit Down by my bottle Filled up high with gasoline You can tell by the night fires Where Rael has been, has been As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me Held my heart, deep in hair Time to shave, shave it off, it off No time for romantic escape When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! No time for romantic escape When your fluffy heart is ready for rape Off we go, off we go, off we go Youre sitting in your comfort You dont believe Im real You never buy protection From the way that I feel Your progressive hypocrites Hand out their trash It was mine in the first place So Ill burn it to ash And Ive taken all the strongest meats And laid them down in colored sheets Laid them down in colored sheets Who needs illusion Of love and affection When youre out walking in the streets With your mainline connection, connection. As I cuddle the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair. Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No time Back in New York City.