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Joey

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  • Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
    Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
    Always on the outside of whatever side there was
    When they asked him why it had to be that way, “Well,” he answered,
    “just because”
    Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
    They called Joe “Crazy,” the baby they called “Kid Blast”
    Some say they lived off gambling and runnin’ numbers too
    It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    What made them want to come and blow you away?
    There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
    No one ever knew for sure where they were really at
    When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof
    He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin’ he was bulletproof
    The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
    Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
    Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
    They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs
    The hostages were tremblin’ when they heard a man exclaim
    “Let’s blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame”
    But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, “We’re not those kind of men
    It’s peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again”
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    What made them want to come and blow you away?
    The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
    They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
    “What time is it?” said the judge to Joey when they met
    “Five to ten,” said Joey. The judge says, “That’s exactly what you get”
    He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
    They threw him in the hole one time for tryin’ to stop a strike
    His closest friends were black men ’cause they seemed to understand
    What it’s like to be in society with a shackle on your hand
    When they let him out in ’71 he’d lost a little weight
    But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
    He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
    To the boss he said, “I have returned and now I want what’s mine”
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    Why did they have to come and blow you away?
    It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
    “I’m around too many children,” he’d say, “they should never know of one”
    Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
    Emptied out the register, said, “Tell ’em it was Crazy Joe”
    One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
    He could see it comin’ through the door as he lifted up his fork
    He pushed the table over to protect his family
    Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    What made them want to come and blow you away?
    Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
    I heard his best friend Frankie say, “He ain’t dead, he’s just asleep”
    Then I saw the old man’s limousine head back towards the grave
    I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save
    The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
    They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born
    And someday if God’s in heaven overlookin’ His preserve
    I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    What made them want to come and blow you away?
  • Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
    Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
    Always on the outside of whatever side there was
    When they asked him why it had to be that way, “Well,” he answered,
    “just because”
    Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
    They called Joe “Crazy,” the baby they called “Kid Blast”
    Some say they lived off gambling and runnin’ numbers too
    It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    What made them want to come and blow you away?
    There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
    No one ever knew for sure where they were really at
    When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof
    He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin’ he was bulletproof
    The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
    Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
    Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
    They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs
    The hostages were tremblin’ when they heard a man exclaim
    “Let’s blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame”
    But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, “We’re not those kind of men
    It’s peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again”
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    What made them want to come and blow you away?
    The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
    They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
    “What time is it?” said the judge to Joey when they met
    “Five to ten,” said Joey. The judge says, “That’s exactly what you get”
    He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
    They threw him in the hole one time for tryin’ to stop a strike
    His closest friends were black men ’cause they seemed to understand
    What it’s like to be in society with a shackle on your hand
    When they let him out in ’71 he’d lost a little weight
    But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
    He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
    To the boss he said, “I have returned and now I want what’s mine”
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    Why did they have to come and blow you away?
    It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
    “I’m around too many children,” he’d say, “they should never know of one”
    Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
    Emptied out the register, said, “Tell ’em it was Crazy Joe”
    One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
    He could see it comin’ through the door as he lifted up his fork
    He pushed the table over to protect his family
    Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    What made them want to come and blow you away?
    Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
    I heard his best friend Frankie say, “He ain’t dead, he’s just asleep”
    Then I saw the old man’s limousine head back towards the grave
    I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save
    The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
    They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born
    And someday if God’s in heaven overlookin’ His preserve
    I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve
    Joey, Joey
    King of the streets, child of clay
    Joey, Joey
    What made them want to come and blow you away?

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