| So say one and so say all | |
| Say what you gotta say | |
| Or don't say nothing at all | |
| You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights | |
| While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive | |
| So say one and so say all | |
| Be what you gotta be | |
| Or don't be nothing at all | |
| Be gracious to your mother | |
| When you leave this neighbourhood | |
| The change is going to do her good | |
| Next to me you look bad | |
| `Cos there ain't no fresh air for my momma, my momma | |
| But the drop is shear | |
| When you break away | |
| Take me away | |
| It's just about time to hit the road | |
| And say | |
| You gotta believe in something | |
| It's easy to see | |
| My God is fading away | |
| So pick up your bible and pray for me | |
| We're all alone in the darkness | |
| But our eyes are wide open | |
| We don't see nothing | |
| And our hands are tied | |
| To the railings of the Bowery | |
| And the humid city slickers | |
| So say one and so say all | |
| We had a lot to say | |
| And we said it all | |
| The cost of living in dreams | |
| Is rising like a crime wave | |
| The American way of dying | |
| And it gets you every time | |
| And it looks like it's got to my momma | |
| My momma | |
| May she rest in peace |