On the Jersey shore
Spend all our dimes
I was getting change
Back of my mind
Shooting blanks
In Jerseytown
We tunnelled in
Manhattan-bound
What can we do?
There's life here for me
With a sweet young thing
And a cool, cool breeze
To the smokestack chime
We carry forth
Cinder child
And nights we forced
They are saints hovering
The last soul is carried
Let him go on a riverbed
God rest your soul
God rest this town
Spend all our dimes
I was getting change
Back of my mind
Shooting blanks
In Jerseytown
We tunnelled in
Manhattan-bound
What can we do?
There's life here for me
With a sweet young thing
And a cool, cool breeze
To the smokestack chime
We carry forth
Cinder child
And nights we forced
They are saints hovering
The last soul is carried
Let him go on a riverbed
God rest your soul
God rest this town
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