Manhattan

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
He puts on his long coat
Scribbles off a short note
Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go down

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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