Hello, my name is Oliver. And Iīm going to tell you a story. 
Itīs about a young girl, sheīs only 15 years old, 
and has blond hair and blue eyes. 
She lives with her parents in New Jersey and they love her very much. 
And one night she and her friends decided they were gonna come to new york city. 

"My parents are away and Iīll take their car and theyīll never know. 
Were gonna have a great time," she said. 

And they drove over the George Washington Bridge, 
and drove downtown, to the night life. 

"Wow, look at the line." 
"Donīt worry, I know the guy at the door, 
weīll get in..." and they did. 

So many people... "Look at that guyīs shoes, they must be a mile high." 

She turned around and bumped into a really cute guy. 

They had a good time. They danced for hours and hours, but she had a few drinks too... 

"Hey," he said, "My roommateīs not home, and well, and i was wondering if you wanna, 
you know, come to my place? i just dont wanna, i just dont wanna be alone." 

And she said, Yes... 

So they climb into a taxi, and went to 3rd avenue and 11th street, to the NYU dormrooms. 
And went upstairs and sat on his bed. 

And he said, "Take this pill" and she did... 
And then she said, "What did you just give me?" 

"Ecstacy," he said. and then... 

He fucked her all night! 

fucked her, all night! 
fucked her, all night! 
fucked her, all night! 

Itīs just one night in New York City... 
Itīs just one night in New York City... 
One night in New York City... 
Itīs just one night in New York City... 
One night in New York City... 
Itīs just one night in New York City... 

...all night 

fucked her, all night! 

Itīs just one night in New York City... 
One night in New York City... 
Itīs just one night in New York City... 
One night in New York City... 
Itīs just one night in New York City... 
One night in New York City... 

Let me take you into the future... 
Deep into a different time. 
Let me grip onto your face... 
and bring you to this new place. 

Super-social amphetamine. 
The queer tune of control. 
The panic disorder gripping... 
the entire race has a whole. 

Flesh is the fever of force... 
and it's the sound without remorse. 
Rampant is the army of disease... 
that brings you to your knees! 

You can't believe everything you hear. 
You can't believe everything you see. 
The conspiracies are ever growing... 
and all you can believe in is me! 

These are the things, are the things to come. 
These are the things, are the things to come. 
These are the things, are the things to come. 
These are the things, are the things to come.