How long's it gonna be babe. Before I get over you doll. You're tearin' the stuff right out of me kid. What with you living right up the hall. And I'm tired of living in this hotel. TV and dirty magazines. And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street. Strung out like some Christmas lights. Out there in the Chelsea night. Maybe you just didn't read me right. The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair. I played your song but I couldn't get the melody right. Why don't you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands. And I'm tired of living in this hotel. Fire and ashes blowin' cross the sheets. And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd Street. Strung out like some Christmas lights. Out there in the Chelsea night. I fell like getting rid of all my things. Maybe just disappear into the fall. The traffic roars and my stomach screams. Sittin' here watchin' roaches climb the wall. And I'm tired of living here in this hotel. Following a rainbow into town. And I'm just trying to get a little sleep. Strung out like some Christmas lights. Out there in the Chelsea night