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Shakey Davey's got a twelve in his hand
It's sawed off to the limit, got a vague plan
There's this liquor store on
There's one down on Washington Square
He's pretty no one's ever seen him down around there

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

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

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