Sorry boys, all the stitches in the world can't sew me together again. Lay down...lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on hun and ninth street. Always knew I'd make a stop there, But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought Last of the Mo-Ricans, well maybe not the last. Gail's gonna be a good mom New improved Carlito Brigante Hope she uses the money to get out No room in this city for big hearts like us... Sorry baby, I tried the best I could. Honest Can't come with me on this trip loaf Getting the shakes now, Last call for drinks, Bars closing down Sun's out Where are we going for breakfast, Don't wanna go far Rough night Tired baby... Tired...