he s a dirty old man and a dirty old man he s a dirty old man and a friend of mine i m a dirty old man the mean streets are home my life is cold i ll chill you to the bone heart of stone have a care i carry traces of death in my hair you know my breath stinks i leave shit everywhere so be aware i m unfeeling don t you dare try appealing to my better nature you better wait you re missinformed ain t nothing warm about me cold and gray concrete clay and steel and what else is real i mean the actual deal people seem to love living under my hair some of them call me london i m also known as new york anywhere in the world you find me i talk the same bad talk walk the same walk from side to side you re transparent to me there ain t a thing you can hide derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive you think i didn t know it s over with your face like a rat now give me your cash and go before you re heart brakes you re living under my wing and all you got i m gonna take i m a dirty old man he s a dirty old man and a dirty old man he s a dirty old man and a friend of mine he s a dirty old man and a dirty old man he s a dirty old man and a friend of mine i m a rough old man beyond heart ache to improve my mood i could use an earthquake i sit awake for my people to release the pain so i can know peace again in my skin sin deceit and mistrust soaked in i think i might just fuss often drops of woe streets flow with tears i fall down all around your ears if i could if i was made of wood start a fire no lie i can afford to smoke sacred fire cause i wouldn t bet on people changing just yet my eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret so you re catching