manhattan
shakey davey's got a 12-guage in his hand.
it's sawed off to the limit, he's got a vague plan.
there's this liquor store on madison,
there's another one down on washington square?
he's pretty sure no one's ever seen him down around there.
the first one's birdshot, the next four are double aught buck.
the last one's a slug, just for good luck.
he's got his works in his pocket,
he wants to score as soon as he's done.
he can't wait to get straight to get long gone.
he puts on his long coat, scribbles off a short note,
sits himself down and waits for the sun to go down?
it's right around midnight
and there's still too damn many people on this street.
he's walked all the way from battery park,
he's got sweaty hands and burnin' feet.
he's desperate for a fix, his body's screamin' "get me high".
he bursts through the door and lets one fly???.
sunrise in the park and davey's cold as stone.
he got some bad merchandise, and he was all alone.
two more unsolved mysteries, a lot of paper pushed around.
most folks are just wakin' up in this great big town.
- from the album, 'it's a mystery'
by bob seger |
