Manhattan

A cat with bronze nails
Five points for you to face
Loosen your ties
Elegance will give way to chaos
The duel won't stop

The whys of everything?
The red eyed rabbits
Will see you in the dark
The boys will fight at dawn
But I give you forty reasons

To run from evil

And lower Manhattan dawned
And you can't see the Sun
But your boys will see
At least until the Sun goes down