Goes on in Spanish Harlem. Goes on in Poughkeepsie. People slip away. Hit me in the arm. Just please do it swiftly. We ain't got all day yeah. One more coat of arms. Every business weekly. What's Amanda say?. It's not that I'm so strong. I never knew what hit me. Since you came to stay yeah. Speard and flayed. Burnt and bleeding I'll catch up some day. 'Til tomorrow's bruises go away. And the grass is turning into hay. I'll be glad to be your extra blade. Goes on in Spanish Harlem. Goes on in Poughkeepsie. Lost my grip today. Here to stay. Least until it's time to go away. Walking masterpiece of remembered pain. This teeming life has got you in it's way. And I'm proud to be your lump of clay