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

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

And then ducks beneath the brim of a hat
You'll why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face
That ever left his shadow on Saint Marks place

Hell, I'd double cross my 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 down a dog

Well, it's a tough customer, you're getting in this
'Cause the Nightstick's pumps lemonade
And whiskey a blind man talkin' alright
And I'm the only one who knows just where he stayed last

He was in a wreckin' yard in a switchblade
In a wheelbarrow with nothing but to keep him warm
And a a million dollars in unmarked bills
Was the blanket in a February chill

And as the buzzard drove a sky
Beneath a wing halo
He was dealin' Chicago in the mud
And stackin' the deck against a eye

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

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

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

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

And they fired off a gun salute
And from the 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 and unusual punishment of her smile

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

And so if you're mad to listen to a full of whiskey blind man
Then 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 half past a nightmare

When it's on a clock you tell 'em Nickels sentcha
Whiskey always makes him

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

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

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