The Windows on the World Songtext

von American Music Club

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