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Shakey Davey's got a guage in his hand
It's sawed off to the limit, got a vague plan
this liquor store on Madison
There's one down on Washington Square
He's pretty no one's ever seen him down around there

The first one's bird shot, the four are double aught buck
The last one's a slug for good luck
He's got his works in his
He to score as soon as he's done
He can't wait to get to get long gone
He puts on his coat scribbles off a short note
Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go

right around midnight and there's still
Too many people on this street
walked all the way from Battery Park
He's got hands and burning feet
He's desperate for a fix, his screaming, "Get me high"
He bursts through the and let's one fly

Sunrise in the park and Davey's cold as
He got some bad and he was all alone
Two unsolved mysteries, a lot of paper pushed around
Most folks are just waking up in this great big