Nassau Coliseum

I've got a picture of us as sophomores I'm in a sport coat, you're in a stupor You still look super, just supersonic Kind of bionic, sort of ironic I was depressed, you fell out of your dress You fell off of the porch swing, we were kind of a mess We were kind of uncertain as to where we should kiss Didn't think that you'd dis me, did you sleep with that hippie? I've got a feeling like I'm in the Beatles Bigger than Jesus, I'm getting shot at It's getting hectic, there's so much traffic I might never get it It's behind the buildings Started by cameras, studied by doctors Wrapped up in plastic, sleeps at the airport Skips all its classes, skips like a record Used to be better, do you remember? Used to have visions, used to believe 'em Haven't done any heavy stuff Since the Nassau Coliseum I was standing in my sister's raincoat Said that I looked debonair The Long Island cops, they pulled off her top They were wasting those longhairs I just happened to be there When the guy selling domestics Got himself busted He didn't have a license, couldn't be trusted Girl selling t-shirts, she's kind of a freaker First she gets handcuffed, started to beat her And I was so angry, you had just left me They had her pinned down, it was so easy Gotta admit it, I can't forget it I don't regret it, that I got some kicks in And every hippie that goes home bloody Feels like a martyr back in the city Or in New Jersey and not Manhattan Or in the Hamptons, back on campus And out in Boston, and out in Cambridge And out in Brookline, back in Brooklyn And on the East Coast, the Carolinas And Virginia, and in Memphis And the Twin Cities, and on the West Coast And in Alaska, and Costa Rica And in Jamaica, and in Miami I wanna fuck you I wanna fuck you Out in Long Island