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Buy me a drink and tell you what I seen
And give you a bargain from the edge of a maniac's dream
That buys a black widow spider with a in his yarn
That's clinging to the furrow of a blind brow

I'll start talking the brim of a thimble full of whiskey
On a train through the that will take you just as far
As the empty of a bottle to the of a scar
That stretched across the blacktop of my cheek like

And then ducks beneath the of a fugitive's hat
learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face
That ever left his down on Saint Marks place

Hell, I'd cross my mother if it was whiskey that they payed
And so an early says Nightstick's on the hit parade
He ain't got a prayer and his are numbered
And you'll track him like a dog

Well, it's a tough customer, you're getting in trade
'Cause the Nightstick's heart lemonade
And whiskey keeps a blind man alright
And I'm the only one who knows where he stayed last night

He was in a wreckin' yard in a storm
In a wheelbarrow with nothing but revenge to him warm
And a half a dollars in unmarked bills
Was the Nightstick's in a February chill

And as the buzzard a crooked sky
Beneath a black halo
He was high Chicago in the mud
And stackin' the deck against a eye

A shivering Nightstick in a miserable
With the siren for a lullaby singing him to
He was bleeding a buttonhole
by a slug, fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun

That scorched a on the grip of a punk by now
Is what you have to pay to be a hero anyhow

He dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar
A king's ransom for a that don't amount to nuthin'
cobweb strings on a busted ukulele
And the Nightstick leaned on a black
the poison of a junkie's broken promise on his lip

He staggered in the shadows screaming I ain't never afraid
And he shot out every light on the promenade
Past the frozen ham and at the penny arcade
And throwin' out handfuls of a blood salary
They were dead in their tracks at the shootin'

And they fired off a twenty-one gun
And the corner of his eye, he caught the alabaster orbs
And a dime a dance hall girl and stuffed a thousand dollar bill
In her blouse and caught the cruel and punishment of her smile

And the winked beneath a rainsoaked brim
Ain't no one hide nor hair of him see
No one but a on Riker's Island and me

And so if you're mad enough to listen to a full of whiskey man
you're mad enough to look beyond where bloodhounds dare to go
If you want to just where the Nightstick's hidin' out
You be down at the ferry landin', oh, let's say bout half a nightmare

When it's twisted on a clock you tell 'em sentcha
Whiskey always him talk

You ask for Captain Charon the mud on his kicks
He's the skipper of the deadline
And she sails from the Bronx across the river
And a riddle's a ticket for a dreamer

'Cause when the weather vane's sleepin' and the moon his back
You crawl on your 'long the railroad tracks
And cross your heart and to die and stick a needle in your eye
'Cause he'd cut my heart out if he found out that I squealed

'Cause you see a scarecrow, it's a hoodlum
Who marked the cards he dealed
And a gypsy switch
Out on the of Potter's Field