The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
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
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
Lyrics submitted by almostmanda, edited by mcpierceaim
Pulaski Skyway Lyrics as written by Jean-paul Gaster Dan Maines
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski Way. By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze. So hats off to casualties of industry* 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 bourgeoisie, 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 roar. Oh, but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie. Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie