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

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

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

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