I hope that New York, New York won't bear the same problems
That you brought back from Michigan
And I hope that you don't take this personal
But I've heard that wounds from a friend beat a kiss from your enemies
But my friend you got it
I hate to bear the bad news, but this disaster follows you
I hate to bear the bad news, but what you master masters you
But my friend you got it wrong
And you never even knew why you kept running and running around
And I never thought that we would die, but my friend I got it wrong
I hate to bear the bad news, but this disaster follows you
I hate to bear the bad news, but what you master masters you
But my friend you got it wrong, so I'll keep singing
You never wanted me gone
You never wanted me gone but your actions spoke different
Your actions leave no need for words