stop thinking and just act
cause you're jumping the turnstile and crossing the tracks
with a pistol a bat or a brass knuckle belt buckle
hit him in the head or shoot him till his knees buckle

and i've stopped caring too much
if the snow stays white or if it turns to slush
the cars and the trucks keep on their low rumble
the parks stay white like an antarctic jungle

write our names in the dirt colored snow
find a warm place where the people will go
maybe they're high, maybe they're low it don't matter
no tengo nada para declarar
so i'll take the subway and you take your car
and we'll stop on the way and meet at some bar

and i've stopped caring too much
if you're walking on stilts to use a crutch
the crippled the young and the unloving mothers
end in the dirt right next to each other

and i've stopped caring too much
if the snow stays white or if it turns to slush
cause the cars and the trucks keep on their low rumble
the parks stay white like an antarctic jungle

write our names in the dirt colored snow
find a warm place where the people will go
maybe they're high, maybe they're low it don't matter
no tengo nada para declarar
so i'll take the subway and you take your car
and we'll stop on the way and meet at some bar