Somewhere in the Bronx

Those evangelists with their microphone
are way to loud or am I too close
Plus an ice cream truck who won't move along
has parked just outside while cars alarms go off
Its a good rap song but blasted loud as fuck
my guitar joins the noise somewhere in the Bronx.

Then Coco comes and barks at all dogs
from the window that I just can't shut
cause the heat melts bad into worse
If I go mad
it serves me right
cause I drank
my getaway cash

Its a shouting match only rain will put out
Dead Indians dance, dead Indians rain dance
In your afterlife, in your afterlife.