Ann Beretta - St Marks lyrics

I wanna go where the action is
I wanna run where the good
Times roll, Where all the mods
Are hanging at the high
I wanna go where the punkers run the
Corners, and they just sit around and beg
Where they don't spill blood on the avenue
Riding on the subway heading back for queens
Going home beneath the big apple
Going home back to my scene? You
Can't say it's St marks fault, When
He don't even own the block
You can't say it's st marks fault
When he won't even come around
I wanna go where the traffic is, i'm
Gonna run where the street lights shine
I wanna
Play the game where the stakes are high
I wanna go where the
Drifters run the corners
And they just sit around and beg
Where theres a 100 faces that you
Never known you can't say
It's St marks fault, When he
Don't even own the block
You can't say it's St
Marks fault, When he won't even come around
I wanna go where the action is, i wanna
Run where the good times roll, Where all
The mods are hanging at the high, i
Wanna go where the punkers run the corners
And they just sit around and beg
Where they don't spill blood on
The avenue riding on
The subway heading back for queens, Going
Home beneath the big apple
Going home back to my
Scene? You can't say it's St marks fault
When he don't even own the block
You can't say it's St
Marks fault, When he won't even come around
Don't come around 1, 2, 3
4 You can't say it's
St marks fault, When he don't even own the
Block, You can't say it's St marks fault
When he won't even come around