Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roger Miret
Vocals
Craig Silverman
Guitar
Mike Gallo
Bass
Pokey Mo
Drums
Vinnie Stigma
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Agnostic Front
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Byron Filson
Vocal Recording Engineer
Freddy Cricien
Producer
Paul Miner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
New York City the money sucked it dry
Pull the culture from out the streets it's all so gentrified
Alphabet City or down on Forty Second Street
Or the Lower East Side there was violence in the streets
The greatest city of them all but it just don't feel the same
I miss the old New York the tallest buildings in the world
But it just don't look the same I miss the old New York
The Bowery slums turned into fashion boutiques
Where's all the gangs drug dealers and the freaks
The Big Apple has lost its taste
Ten million people trying just to survive
This fucking urban waste
The greatest city of them all but it just don't feel the same
I miss the old New York the tallest buildings in the world
But it just don't look the same, I miss the old New York
The old graffiti trains can't see out the window
Gotta watch your back or you might get jacked
The greatest city of them all but it just don't feel the same
I miss the old New York the tallest buildings in the world
But it just don't look the same, I miss the old New York
Old New York, old New York
Writer(s): Luke Breneman
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