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

The one's bird shot, the next four are double aught buck
The one's a slug just for good luck
He's got his works in his
He wants to score as as he's 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 right around and there's still
Too damn many on this street
He's walked all the way Battery Park
got sweaty hands and burning feet
He's desperate for a fix, his screaming, "Get me high"
He bursts through the door and one fly

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