| Song | Back In N.Y.C. |
| Artist | Genesis |
| Album | Providence, RI 1974 (AUD) |
| I see faces and traces of home back in New York City! Aha. | |
| So you think I’m a tough kid? Is that what you heard? | |
| Yeh- well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood. | |
| They call me the trail blazer, Rael-electric razor. | |
| I’m the pitcher in the chain gang, we don’t believe in pain | |
| ‘Cos we’re only as strong, yes, we’re only as strong, | |
| As the weakest link in the chain. | |
| Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen, | |
| I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean. | |
| Uuuhh! You say I must be crazy, ‘cos I don’t care who I hit, who I hit. | |
| But I know it’s me that’s hitting out and I’m, I’m not full of shit. | |
| I don’t care who I hurt, I don’t care who I do wrong. | |
| This is your mess I’m stuck in, I really don’t belong. | |
| When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline, | |
| You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, he has been. | |
| As I cuddled the porcupine you said I had none to blame, but me. | |
| Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off. | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. | |
| Off we go. Off we go. Off we go. Off we go. | |
| You’re sitting in your comfort, you don’t believe I’m real, | |
| You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. | |
| Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash, | |
| But it was mine in the first place, so I’ll burn it to ash. | |
| And I’ve tasted all the strongest meats, | |
| And laid down, down in coloured sheets. I laid down in coloured sheets | |
| Who needs illusion of love and affection | |
| When you’re out walking in the streets with your mainline connection? Connection. | |
| As I cuddled the porcupine, you said I had none to blame, but me. | |
| Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off. | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. | |
| No time! |
| I see faces and traces of home back in New York City! Aha. | |
| So you think I' m a tough kid? Is that what you heard? | |
| Yeh well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood. | |
| They call me the trail blazer, Raelelectric razor. | |
| I' m the pitcher in the chain gang, we don' t believe in pain | |
| ' Cos we' re only as strong, yes, we' re only as strong, | |
| As the weakest link in the chain. | |
| Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen, | |
| I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean. | |
| Uuuhh! You say I must be crazy, ' cos I don' t care who I hit, who I hit. | |
| But I know it' s me that' s hitting out and I' m, I' m not full of shit. | |
| I don' t care who I hurt, I don' t care who I do wrong. | |
| This is your mess I' m stuck in, I really don' t belong. | |
| When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline, | |
| You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, he has been. | |
| As I cuddled the porcupine you said I had none to blame, but me. | |
| Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off. | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. | |
| Off we go. Off we go. Off we go. Off we go. | |
| You' re sitting in your comfort, you don' t believe I' m real, | |
| You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. | |
| Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash, | |
| But it was mine in the first place, so I' ll burn it to ash. | |
| And I' ve tasted all the strongest meats, | |
| And laid down, down in coloured sheets. I laid down in coloured sheets | |
| Who needs illusion of love and affection | |
| When you' re out walking in the streets with your mainline connection? Connection. | |
| As I cuddled the porcupine, you said I had none to blame, but me. | |
| Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off. | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! | |
| No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. | |
| No time! |