New Amsterdams - Hover Near Fame lyrics

rate me

(Ready?)

I trust as far as I can spit

You can read deep into it

New York nightlife isn't shit

Without a storyboard

I don't think much impresses me

Like a drunk celebrity

Just fall down and fall asleep

Like the rest

On your way out

Don't bother picking up your tab

It's a stake out

Hanging on with baited breath

You're just milking this to death

So sad I have to disappoint

Her need is not a selling point

The drinks are better in this joint

Everyone's a friend

Not that the nightlife isn't great

And if I seem to be I rate

Don't have tolerence for fakes

What's to say...

On your way out

Don't bother picking up your tab

It's a stake out

Hanging on with baited breath

You're just milking this to death

Somewhere the novelty wore thin

In the city I was in

There was an actor soaked in gin

With an entourage

This is my home away from home

Get a barstool of your own

I watch you sinking like a stone

What a sight...

On your way out

Don't bother picking up your tab

It's a stake out

Hanging on with baited breath

You're just milking this for

Access...What little we posess

Any other pays the cover

But it wouldn't be the same

Access...Destined to impress

You can follow every model

But you always try to hover near fame

Access...What little we posess

Any other pays the cover

But it wouldn't be the same

Access...Destined to impress

You can follow every model

But you always try to hover near fame