oh, it's roaring, hank
it's roaring loud and clear
i don't need your loose women
i don't need your postal clerk blues
i don't need any of that ennui
seems i got my own

i think it's the ugly that speaks loudest
the muffled voice from gutters
from suburbs
from darkened brooklyn windows
i don't mean to have an edge
but yet i make you bleed

yeah it's roaring, hank
but i don't think it'll do no good
neil and i got a pact, you see
tonight we're staying up all night
eyes dry but open to sight