Dead Blonde Girlfriend – Bleecker Street lyrics

Let's go to Kenny's Castaways
Let's go down to the Bitter End
Let's hang out at the Lions Den
It sounds like one big stupid trend

Karaoke bands at the Rock-n-Roll cafe'
I don't want to go cause I don't want to play
There's an open mic at the Baggot in
I don't have id so I can't get inn

(chorus)
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground
All the bands suck and their all from out of town
Their making a killing living off Bob Dylan
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground

We can eat at the Red Lion
We can see a band at the Elbow Room
You say you got a gig on Bleecker Street
And that 's why you think your cool

They tore down the Village Gate
I want to blow up the Back Fence
It's the scene on Bleecker Street
It doesn't make any fucking sense

(chorus)
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground
All the bands suck and their all from out of town
Their making a killing living off Bob Dylan
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground

(bridge)
I don't want to be a hero on that side of town
I just want to burn that fucking place down to the ground
You can bring the matches and I'll bring the gas
and me and you and Bob Dylan we'll get the last laugh
We'll get the last laugh

Cause Bleecker Street ain’t what it used to be
It's gone to the dogs they've ruined the scene
It's a tourist trap money machine
It's only cool in the books I read

Bleecker Street will never be the same
Everything different except for the name
The bands suck the bars are lame
If Dylan was dead he would be screaming in his grave

(chorus)
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground
All the bands suck and their all from out of town
Their making a killing living off Bob Dylan
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground

Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground
Their making a living killing off me you and Bob Dylan
Let's burn Bleecker Street to the ground