A sleepless night in the city
No peace and quiet in the city
It's hotter than the water from a boiler in
The basement of Hell
In this low rent, walk-up, broken-down hotel
Counting the cracks on the ceiling
Flat on my back, and I'm feeling
Lower than the roaches in the tunnels of the one and the nine
And the clock says that I'm half past losing my mind
Through the tick tock tick, I can hear the faucet drip
When the neighbors brawl, I can hear 'em through the wall
But I'm waiting, I keep waiting