X-Ray Style

I see a million walk the City Mile The ticker-tape kings and the juveniles Will anybody tell me which way to go Will anybody come back on the CB radio I'm counting the stars and the telegraph poles Each one represents the hopes of a soul You'd think that God wouldn't be so hard When you see all the little children running Running in the back yard On a Mississippi gourd with a Sub-Saharan song Somebody is wailing in the Financial District sun Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile I want to live and I want to dance awhile Going to make like Eddie from a Rockabilly train Going to beat out the Blues on my ball and chain You can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun There's people living now ain't got no heart And ain't ever had none N Down on the border they crawl all the way To get a clip of living with a clean-all spray Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile I want to live and I want to dance awhile You can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun There's people living now ain't got no heart And ain't never had none I hear a pay-phone ringing out on Murder Mile The sucker who picks up gets his number dialed And all the sparkling waters that ever flowed Could never wash down this town, so clean that it glows And I need to see in an x-ray style I need some Rock Art that don't come in no phial (vial) Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile I want to live and I want to dance a while