I lived in the Chelsea once on 7th and 23rd
we came to live inside the myth of everything we heard;
the poets on their barstools, they just love it when it rains,
they comb their hair in the mirror and grow addicted to the pain.

And it makes no sense
and it makes perfect sense;
and it makes no sense
and it makes perfect sense.

I saw Neon Leon, Spider and the boys
just before the cops arrived and took off with the noise;
it was nothing special, just another bar,
the ??? kitty light makes everyone a star.

And it makes no sense
and it makes perfect sense;
and it makes no sense
and it makes perfect sense.

Nancy called us to her room, said "Come and help with Sid."
We went down and looked around, the dealer let us in;
we thought he was hysterical, ?? a joke;
don't know if he did what he said he did, nobody really knows.

I stood out on the sidewalk when they busted through the door
and watched that ?? jacket caught and had him by his thumbs,
you know the ?? of that thing nobody knows for sure
because they found Nancy in her black underwear dead on the bathroom floor.

And it makes no sense
and it makes perfect sense;
and it makes no sense
and it makes perfect sense.

I lived in the Chelsea once on 7th and 23rd
we came to live inside the myth of everything we heard
the poets on their barstools, they just love it when it rains
they comb their hair in the mirror and grow addicted to the pain.

And it makes no sense
and it makes perfect sense;
and it makes no sense
and it makes perfect sense.

So we all moved out
and we all moved on;
So we all moved out
and we all moved on
and on and on...

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