Re-Watching The Warriors In NoLita Lyrics (by Oyster Boy)
Othello stood by the pawn shop. “Can you spare a dime or two?” I said “Othello, aren’t you famous?” He said, “It doesn’t make me better than you.” The last time that I saw Othello, it was his picture on the news. He had smothered his Desdemona and put a knife in his own neck too. And now there’s nothing left, nothing left at all. We’ve got nothing after all. Mercy followed the boys back out of the darkness of the Bronx. The blood ran thick on the sidewalks and in a hundred subway stops. And when they got back to Coney Island without the traitors or the cops, they asked themselves if it was worth it, and had to wonder if it really was not. And now there’s nothing left, nothing left at all. We’ve got nothing after all. But I don’t know what keeps me up at night, what keeps me sick awake all night. There is nothing wrong with things despite that nothing's left, nothing's left at all. I’m just waiting for the fall.