On the Jersey ShorenSend all our dimesnI was getting changenBack of my mindnnShooting blanksnIn JerseytownnWe tunnelled innManhattan-boundnnWhat can we do?nThere's life there for menWith a sweet young thingnAnd a cool, cool breezennTo a smokestack chimenWe carry forthnCinder childnAnd nights we forcednnThey are saints hoveringnThe lost soul is carried downnLet him go on a riverbednGod rest your soulnGod rest this townnnWhat should we do?nThere's life here for menWith a sweet young thingnAnd a cool, cool breezenSay a prayer for mennIn the pinball dinnDone with glownDream the Jersey ShorenWe kiss in herennOn the Jersey ShorenIs where I diednHat in handnMy eyes to the sky