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Shakey got a twelve guage in his hand
It's off to the limit, he's got a vague plan
There's this store on Madison
another one down on Washington Square
He's pretty sure no one's ever him down around there

The first one's bird shot, the four are double aught buck
The last one's a just for good luck
got his works in his pocket
He wants to score as soon as done
He can't wait to get straight to get gone
He on his long coat scribbles off a short note
Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go

It's right around and there's still
Too damn many people on this
He's walked all the way from Park
He's got sweaty hands and burning
He's for a fix, his body's screaming, "Get me high"
He bursts through the door and one fly

Sunrise in the park and Davey's as stone
He got bad merchandise and he was all alone
Two unsolved mysteries, a lot of paper pushed around
Most folks are just waking up in this great big