Pulaski Skyway

Oh but to just dance on steel, the sky Pulaski way

By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze

So hats off to the industry's casualties , tra loo tray lay

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands

Pull you under New Amsterdam

Chinese boxes hold their secrets well

How many are there one can never tell

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church

Even the mole people got to get religion

They gonna join that underground church

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat

Real estate moguls, Chump Towers

When the wind blows you can hear the windows go

Rat a tat rat a tat tat tat

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands

Weighing down that union man

Grab his ankles, stevedores

Oh how those Jets do roar

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church

Even the mole people got to get religion

They gonna join that underground church

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie

Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands

Pull you under New Amsterdam

Chinese boxes hold their secrets well

How many are there one can never tell

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church

Even the mole people got to get religion

They gonna join that underground church