Decatur Street

Night comes, shines like a fake black jewel
Set inside the tooth of a street fool
The night is kind, it's hot and cruel down on

Decatur Street
They're waiting in the shadows there
The dreams you've been hiding
Decatur Street
And no one really seems to care
About the battle you've been fighting - yeah

Pretty Louise, she's got her hiked up dress
She's putting fingernail polish on her nylons
And her face is a mess
Catch that run, go find yourself a guest down on

Decatur Street
She's waiting in the shadows there
Louisiana sweet and funky
Decatur Street
And no one really seems to care
If you must be what you must be - yeah

Here comes Striker, he's got fire on his breath
Wearing his engineer boots, he's got his keys on the left
Looking for some handkerchief honey
Someone with some real depth down on

Decatur Street
He's waiting in the shadows there
A dream you've been hiding
Decatur Street
And no one really seems to care
About the battle you've been fighting - yeah

Pretty Louise
(she's heatin' a spoon)
She's got those wide eyes staring just like two black moons
She's just trying to deal with the cards that were dealt
She's trying not to feel all those things she's felt
(she smiles and ties off with a rhinestone belt)

And on the street below, Eddy and Striker
Tailing real slow behind some teenage biker
He slips up the alley and puts his hands on his hips
Runs his tongue across his hungry lips
He looks in their eyes and he starts to shiver
And the fog rolls in from the dirty river
It's the evening's attire...
And the night is gonna suck from you just like a vampire

Decatur
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