Jesse Malin & The St. Marks Social. Burning The Bowery

I was wasted late last night, a young girl asked me for a light
I felt like I’d been here before when the demon life is a open door
Come on down I’ve been burning with all that’s left inside of me
Comin’ down the generations, haunted by the history

I had a girl who shared my name, she stood like a flower but she fell like rain
Tattooed knuckles that spell “only” four letters couldn’t hold me
Come on down I’ve been burning with all that’s left inside of me
Comin down the generations, haunted by the history

I’m burnin on the Bowery, I’m burnin’ on the Bowery
Right back here where you found me, still burnin’ on the Bowery

My grandfather worked these streets, took my grandma to the Roseland beat
Society of Vinacola, graveyard shift and rock ‘n’ rollers
Come on down I’ve been burning with all that’s left inside of me
Comin’ down the generations, haunted by the history

I’m burnin on the Bowery, I’m burnin’ on the Bowery
Right back here where you found me, still burnin’ on the Bowery

Lonely voices on the phone, say “Hey hey is Artie home?”
I’m gunna call up Jimmy G. Find out what’s gone wrong with me

Indian trails and sidewalk strays, old school hardcore matinees
Ginsberg’s tears and Thunders’ cross, the things we won and the ones we lost

I’m burnin on the Bowery, I’m burnin’ on the Bowery
Right back here where you found me, still burnin’ on the Bowery

I’m burnin on the Bowery, I’m burnin’ on the Bowery
Got something to empower me, still burnin’ on the Bowery