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

The first one's bird shot, the next four are double aught
The one's a slug just for good luck
got his works in his pocket
He wants to score as as he's done
He wait to get straight to get long gone
He on his long coat scribbles off a short note
Sits himself and waits for the sun to go down

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

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