The Windows on the World

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I said to my friend, Kid,
 I know I'm just a tourist, but
 it's your New York duty
 to turn my tourist frown
 upside down
 so he took me to a party
 for fire-eaters
 we did drugs in the toilet
 yeah, we were so downtown
 I said, "Will there be a band?"
 "God, I hope not!
 Isn't it beautiful?
 Doesn't it feel like the end of the world?
 I mean, you can already see the ruins start to grow
 The end of the world's gonna be ... beautiful"
 Later on I said to Kid, "Hey, look at me,
 Look at me, I'm on the top of the first world
 With a free beer"
 He said, "Don't worry, my dear,
 They'll let any trash in here"
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world
 I remember trying to bore the bored barmaid,
 I said, "You know, babe, from here
 You can see forever"
 She said, "Yeah, I know I got it made,
 Here's your fuckin' beer
 I love that look, it's so Unibomber"
 I said to Kid, "We build these beautiful tombs
 And then the dead trap us all inside"
 He said, "Mark, if you're so goddamn smart,
 Tell me why tourists always wanna get so high"
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world
 If I snap my fingers, what will I get?
 If I snap my fingers, what will I get?
 If I snap my fingers, what will I get?
 That's right, anything I want
 Anything I want
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world
 At the windows on the world

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Duration
06:11
Key
4
Tempo
140 BPM

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