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  • Shakey Davey's got a twelve gauge 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 iot of paper pushed around
    Most folks are just wakin' up in this great big town
  • Shakey Davey's got a twelve gauge 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 iot of paper pushed around
    Most folks are just wakin' up in this great big town