Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me — I’m in tatters!
I’m a shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming
And my lover’s never charming
Life’s just a cocktail party — on the street
Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic —
Some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me — I’m in tatters I ‘m a shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter ’bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta — I can’t give it away on 7th Avenue
This town’s been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain’t you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I’m shattered. Shattered.
Ahhh, look at me — I’m a shattered
