歌词
I went down to the bottom of the East River
You wouldn't be smiling
If you saw the performance I've had to deliver
My father; bridge builder, skyscraper
He's up above
Reading about me in the newspaper
And how the rabble will be spellbound
As I'm spinning steel into the sky
And pulling the granite right out of the ground
And one day, I'm gonna take it all back from New York
Oh mama, I swear
I'm gonna go at that city with a knife and fork
If stole the gold watch of time,
If I carved enough time for mine
It would be over
My dear, I can hear the celebration
From 89 blocks away
They'll be talking about us all across the nation
Emily, close the door for the day
Full fathom five, my father lies
And of his bones a city made