[Refrão]
n.C.       Bm          G           D   A 
Things are different today back in New York. 
        Bm                   G                D    A 
I lived down on third street way back in that day. 
           Bm                 G            D  A 
There were junkies, pimps and whores. Hallelujah! 
         Bm       A            G         A       D     n.C. 
Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay. 


INTRO, DRUMS: 
|      |      |      |      | 

BAND IN: 
|D     | A    |D     | A    | 




[Refrão]
           Bm          G           D   A 
Things are different today back in New York. 
        Bm                   G                D    A 
I lived down on third street way back in that day. 
           Bm                 G            D  A 
There were junkies, pimps and whores. Hallelujah! 
         Bm       A            G         A       D      A 
Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay. 


|D     | A    | 


verse 1: 
D          A        D                    G 
I remember well the streets and all that smell. 
D                  A                   Bm         G 
Rats around stayed safe in my kitchen. Oh fuckn'n hell! 
D                 A     F#            G 
They lured, at my door, always wanted more. 
G             A                D      A 
Local dealer, kept theft out of way! (Hey, go!) 


SOLO, GUITAR: 
|Bm    |G     |D     |A     | 
|Bm    |G     |D     |A     | 
|Bm    |G     |D     |A     | 
|Bm A  |G  A  |D     | A    | 

|D     | A    | 



[Refrão]
verse 2: 
       D              A               D            G 
It was such a perfect mess, what they call the L.E.S. 
D               A                 Bm                   G 
Life was odd on every corner, but now there is so much less. 
       D                  A            F#          G 
That's why I find talk is square. They ask me if a care. 
G               A          D     A 
Gimme back that Apple In Decay! (Let's go!) 



Chorus: 
           Bm          G           D   A 
Things are different today back in New York. 
        Bm                   G                D    A 
I lived down on third street way back in that day. 
           Bm                 G            D  A 
There were junkies, pimps and whores. Hallelujah! 
         Bm      A              G        A       D      A 
Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay. 


         Bm      A              G        A       D      A 
Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to play. 
         Bm      A              G        A       D 
Now it's squeaky clean, there's no place left to stay. 


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