Long Island City Here I Come lyrics

Nobody knows where they're going
Nobody knows where they're going
Nobody knows where they're going except me

I told, I told poor Joe
You been talking, you been talking to you know who
If you can talk to him, you can talk to me too
And Joe, she warned
The lord has a lot of friends
In the end he'll probably forget he's ever met you before

Oh Charlie Charlie, tell me about the end
Cause you were there the day the music died
I'm gonna be there the day it dies again
The lord [oh?], he said our masterpiece belongs to the dead
And there are microphones under your bed
And there is footage that will prove us all wrong

Can't you see, like Joshua
Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick the king [?]
I'm about to kick your ass up and down the street
Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
Oh, oh, oh

I knew of a man
He sat behind a desk that was a million feet wide
But he laid down in his head and he died
I knew a man who was big and fat
And he was born without arms or legs
And he was born to jump in the air and clap
And he said hey [?]
I'm gonna be hanging by my neck all the same
So too will I reach Long Island City one of these days
Can't you see it, he said
The Sunday crowd's all concubines and me
But he too said I'll see Long Island City eventually
Lord I cried to believe you, can I believe? [?]
You can stop playing that cowbell with your gun
So I said watch out Long Island City, here I come
Alone and [?] love is only good for making pests [?]
Of call girls and good times
He too said I'll go to see Long Island City tonight

Like Charlemagne in Vienna
Until I come home, I cannot be anyone
Long Island City, here I come
Like Charlemagne on the midnight bus
I have no idea where I'm going
Baby, here I come
Oh, oh, oh