Well I used to have a room on the Lower East Side
The place where the European immigrants arrived
With just enough room to swing an alley cat
The time they called me Eurotrash
Down in Chinatown the block was running down
It's gentrified now, it's a gallery town
Chic boutiques for the super-rich creeps
For people like me it's out of reach

For reasons becoming clear to me
New York City you are dead to me
Well you can turn back time but I'm never coming back
To when you called me Eurotrash

Well they called me Eurotrash and I was happy to be
I used to drink at a bar called the Passerby
Where the strobe lights flashed in a floor of many colours
And they played Fischerspooner all night
There was a new American century but Arto Lindsay moved away
And in place of the halls where we used to play
There's now a million frozen yoghurt joints

For reasons becoming clear to me
New York City you are dead to me
Well you can turn back time or turn your back on me
But I'm never going back to Eurotrash
The day of the beginning of the end of things
I was up on the roof and saw the planes
Ayako took a picture of me with the towers on fire behind
Rika said it was a beautiful sight, we argued around that line all night
But later it was something you would probably cite as a factor in her suicide

For reasons pretty clear to see
New York City you are dead to me
Well you can turn back time but she's never coming back
From the time they called me Eurotrash

For reasons self-evident and necessary
New York City you are dead to me
Well you can turn back time but I'm never coming back
I'm Eurotrash

Drunkenness