In Cold Blood (Album) - Johnny Thunders

Well, I was raised in the street

A city boy, if you please

I probably forgot more than you’ll ever be

No doubt about it

You gotta bop down, down the street Hey!

You afraid of those creeps?

Guardian angels are what we need

New York City police are so sweet

In cold blood

In cold blood

Well you probably think I’m pretty mad

Just because I like it down there

Well don’t you worry, dear

You’ll never end up dead

In cold blood

Well no one here gets out alive

Living here, it’s suicide

Avenue A you might survive

Riverton you’ll finally die

In cold blood

In cold blood