Baby, I don’t have to do it
Put it down any day
Don’t care about your problems
I’m living my own way
It’s just one of those little things
I use to get me by
One extra desperate measure
I don’t recommend you try
Yeah I could quit tomorrow
But intentions don’t mean a thing
When you ride the dragon’s wing

Got this friend who is a big deal
Hangs in Bryant Park
Spends his money uptown
But he meets me after dark
Don’t sell concert tickets, baby
He don’t run no general store
But he’ll teach you how to shoot, my man
Cause he knows that you’ll need more
Yeah I could quit tomorrow
But intentions don’t mean a thing
When you ride the dragon’s wing

They got liquor in the front, man, they got poker in the rear
Yukon Jack and Johnny Black made with ya momma’s tears
Got weed right in the park, man, got vitamin K
Ain’t my fault, they got single malt all across the USA

You can’t hide down in ya basement, can’t hide neath ya momma’s bed
Sad but true she’s coming for you and she’s bound to see ya dead
They’ll say, he was a good kid, but they won’t recall ya name
Come the day, nothing to say but ain’t it a goddam shame

Last year I ran the marathon
This year I just run
Lost my vision of what I used to be
Staring too long at the sun
But this city loves me in her way
Maybe you need what I sell
Cause I’m already dead and buried
And I already burned in hell
Yeah I could quit tomorrow
But good intentions don’t mean a goddam thing
When you ride the dragon’s wing.