Martin Records — Good Boys

Good boys
They love you when you're useful
They call it loyalty new
York on the line
This is a city of contrast where fortune lives next to collapse
Where status can cover the fear that a confident face drives the mask
Loyalty ain't something you hang from your neck just to put on a show
It speaks without making a sound when the whole f*cking world lets you go
New York, New York bye bye bye bye bye
Kids, kids become grown before life ever says that they're old enough yet