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

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

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

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