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Shakey Davey's got a twelve in his hand
It's sawed off to the limit, he's got a vague
There's this liquor on Madison
There's another one down on Square
He's sure 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 just for good
He's got his in his pocket
He wants to as soon as he's done
He can't to get straight to get long gone
He puts on his long coat scribbles off a note
Sits down and waits for the sun to go down

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

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