The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Follow

4:30 in the morning, I'm tattered, tired and torn
Trying to keep up with the pace, this ain't my home and it ain't my place
The candle keeps on burning, at this point there's no returning
The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here

Almost anything goes from the nightclubs to the shows
Almost anything goes from the haircuts to the clothes
Almost anything goes from your head down to your toes
Almost anything goes, does this place ever close?

I wanna wake up in a city that likes to go to bed
Where they know what time of day it is but I'm stuck here instead
Now the rule is disregarded, so why don't we all get started?
Moving at this hyper speed, this city seems to need

Almost anything goes from the nightclubs to the shows
Almost anything goes from the haircuts to the clothes
Almost anything goes from your head down to your toes
Almost anything goes, does this place ever close?

Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here
I stay on my toes wherever I go by
Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here
I stay on my toes wherever I go by

I was killing all my money, spending brain cells just as fast

Port authority driver, home's my destination
Don't, no one wake me up till we're near Park Street Station

Almost anything goes from the nightclubs to the shows
Almost anything goes from the haircuts to the clothes
Almost anything goes from your head down to your toes
Almost anything goes, does this place ever close?

Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here
I stay on my toes wherever I go by this
This electric lure that's so attractive
But I'd rather hang my hat on a hook that's not so active

I was walking on the wild side, I was in that state of mind
The neon lights were bright but I'll be leaving them behind
Big city of dreams can be a nightmare
A knife, a fork, a bottle, a cork, I'm outta here, I'm outta here

Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here
I stay on my toes wherever I go by
Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here
I stay on my toes wherever I go by

Almost anything goes, anything

4:30 in the morning, I'm tattered, tired and torn
Trying to keep up with the pace, this ain't my home and it ain't my place
The candle keeps on burning, at this point there's no returning