Come, see the vampires of New York Come, lose your mind in Central Park But don't leave your soul behind Come, take an A Street after dark Such peculiar people, you'll remark You might even see a murder And all the whores on Bleecker Street, they wear the blissful grin Caused by the drugs they take to relieve all their sins Oh, and oh, oh Lord, I think she's dying I heard somebody say, I think she's dying And oh, oh Lord, I think she's dying Oh, maybe she's already dead and maybe she's gone to Mars Maybe we could even write her epitaph in the stars It'd say, if you go, I won't wait from here If you go a million miles Come downtown to see them go Into the den of the vampires of New York And please watch your step as you're getting on, kids