Come on, come on drama
Come on draw, scratch and say it
Say it, make it to the blind light
Climb and drop an apple
Off the top, it's not
I don't want to eat it
Need it, know it
Force and feed it
Leave it, be it
Just keep it
In its box

What easy used to be
What love used to be
What drugs used to be
What TV used to be
What music used to be
What luck used to be
What art used to be
What you used to be

Come on drama, come on girl
You swing your mile long
Love song surely tells the future
In the water, shot of ecstasy
Secrets in the open bottle
Feed it, don't believe it
Just leave it
In its box

What easy used to be
What fun used to be
What dreaming used to be
What fame used to be
What city used to be
What fast used to be
What low used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be
What New York used to be

Come, come, come on
Come, come, come on