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

start talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey
On a train the Bronx that will take you just as far
As the empty of a to the highway of a scar
That stretched the blacktop of my cheek like that

And then beneath the brim of a fugitive's hat
You'll learn why liquor makes a stool rat on every face
ever left his shadow down on Saint Marks place

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

Well, it's a tough customer, getting in this trade
'Cause the heart pumps lemonade
And whiskey keeps a man talkin' alright
And I'm the only one who knows just he stayed last night

He was in a wreckin' in a switchblade storm
In a wheelbarrow with but revenge to keep him warm
And a half a dollars in unmarked bills
Was the Nightstick's blanket in a February

And as the buzzard drove a sky
Beneath a black wing
He was dealin' high in the mud
And the deck against a dragnet's eye

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

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

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

He staggered in the shadows screaming I ain't never been
And he out every street light on the promenade
Past the frozen ham and eggers at the arcade
And out handfuls of a blood stained salary
were dead in their tracks at the shootin' gallery

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

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

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

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

You ask for Captain Charon the mud on his kicks
the skipper of the deadline steamer
And she sails from the Bronx across the river
And a just a ticket for a dreamer

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

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