New York, it's time for me to roll over and claim defeatYou've made a hollow broken shell of a man out of meyou've collapsed my lungs, you've cracked my nervesyou've stolen my innocence, you've murdered a childNew York, I'm tired of your $4.15 a gallonyour $10.15 cigarettesyour barbaric police force, your medieval rulesyour traffic and accidents and constant constructionyour overpriced tolls movie tickets food and alcohol...