[Verse 1]
It's Christmas Day in Gay Paris
Not so gay for Galen Z
Sixteen hours in a sweaty kitchen
For money that makes
Minimum wage look good
6 AM on the subway (On the subway)
Stop station, through the doorway (Through the...)
Crowds of people
Running, yelling, screaming
"What's going on? Oh no, I must be dreaming!"
[Chorus]
And the city forgets
They didn't even perceive
And the trains keep blowing up, week after week
[Verse 2]
Franzel's traveled wide and far
Back from the USSR
Went there to pursue a lifelong calling
You found only numb toes and helpless longing
Now you're back at home today
Back in the old USA
Scoop up handfuls of your native dust
And cross the country in a Greyhound bus
It's Christmas Day in Gay Paris
Not so gay for Galen Z
Sixteen hours in a sweaty kitchen
For money that makes
Minimum wage look good
6 AM on the subway (On the subway)
Stop station, through the doorway (Through the...)
Crowds of people
Running, yelling, screaming
"What's going on? Oh no, I must be dreaming!"
[Chorus]
And the city forgets
They didn't even perceive
And the trains keep blowing up, week after week
[Verse 2]
Franzel's traveled wide and far
Back from the USSR
Went there to pursue a lifelong calling
You found only numb toes and helpless longing
Now you're back at home today
Back in the old USA
Scoop up handfuls of your native dust
And cross the country in a Greyhound bus
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