Jersey Shore
WILLIAM PATRICK CORGAN
On the Jersey shore spend all our dimes
I was getting change back of my mind
Shooting blanks in Jerseytown
We tunnelled in manhattan-bound
What can we do? There's life here for me
With a sweet young thing
And a cool, cool breeze
To the smokestack chime we carry forth
Cinder child and nights we forced
They are saints hovering
The last soul is carried
Let him go on a riverbed god rest your soul
God rest this town
What shall we do? There's life yet for me
With a sweet young thing
And a cool, cool breeze say a prayer for me
In the pinball din done with glow
Dream the Jersey shore we kiss in here
I'm the Jersey shore it's where I died
Hat in hand my eyes to the sky
