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

The first one's bird shot, the next are double aught buck
The last one's a just for good luck
He's got his in his pocket
He wants to score as soon as done
He can't wait to get straight to get long
He puts on his long coat scribbles off a note
himself down and waits for the sun to go down

It's around midnight and there's still
Too damn many people on this
He's walked all the way from Park
He's got sweaty hands and feet
He's desperate for a fix, his screaming, "Get me high"
He bursts the door and let's 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