Little Calcutta - John Lyon, Steve Skinner
We're born to live and we're born to die
You´re somewhere in between and I´m not shure why
Sleeping on a heat vent, eating what you find
I know we´re somewhat more than kind
But a whole lot less than kind
That's what you'll find In Little Calcutta
That´s what you´ll find in Little Calcutta
The Greatest City In The World
Now life in the subway is a long slow fade to black
when you´re beneath the city; nothing you can do but crack
Ain´t no use in cryin' your tears are all in vain
If you´re living on the city streets, then you must be insane
That's what they say in Little Calcutta
That's what the Mayor says, he says, right here
in Little Calcutta
The Most Exciting City In The World
The buses come and the buses go
Leave you nothing but exhaust
Port Authority Bus Terminal in the midnight hour
Last stop of the dead, the dying and the lost
You pray to God but he never seems to hear
You're in the Mayor's prayers "Lord make them disappear"
Well, politicians can pray until they drop
It's been a long ride and this is your last stop
All aboard, for Little Calcutta
All aboard for Little Calcutta
All aboard, for Little Calcutta
The Richest City In The World