Tekstovi: Rolling Stones. Some Girls. Shattered.

Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams are still survivin' on the street
Look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered, shattered

Friends are so alarmin' and my lover's never charmin'
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
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm all shattered, shattered

All this chitter-chatter
Chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout shmata, shmata, shmata
I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearin' tatters, uh-huh

You've been shattered
Work and work for love and sex ain't you hungry for success?
Success, success, success, does it matter?
I'm all shattered, does it matter?

Ah, look at me, I'm all shattered
I'm all shattered
Look at me, I'm all shattered, yeah
Shattered

Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes that town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams
Are still survivin' on the street

And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter?
Does it matter? Uh-huh
Does it matter? Uh-huh, I'm all shattered

Shattered
Uh, shadoobie, shattered
Uh, shadoobie, shattered
Uh, shadoobie, shattered, shattered

Don't you know the crime rate
Is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be
Tough, tough, tough, tough, tough

You got rats on the West Side, bed bugs uptown
What a mess, this town's in tatters
I've been shattered, my brain's been battered
Splattered all over Manhattan

Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
I say, shadoobie shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered

Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers
And go ahead, bite the big apple
Don't mind the maggots, uh-huh
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered

My friends, they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it up, pile it high on the platter