[00:34.008]Shakey Davey's got a twelve gauge in his hand
[00:40.907]It's sawed off to the limit
[00:45.190]He's got a vague plan
[00:50.531]There's this liquor store on Madison
[00:52.859]There's another one down on Washington square
[00:59.216]He's pretty sure no one's ever seen him
[01:03.146]Down around there
[01:24.137]The first one's birdshot the next four are double aught buck
[01:31.750]The last one's a slug just for good luck
[01:35.993]He's got his works in his pocket
[01:40.581]He wants to score as soon as he's done
[01:48.412]He can't wait to get straight to get long gone
[02:33.894]He puts on his long coat scribbles off a short note
[02:37.790]Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go down
[02:44.225]It's right around midnight and there's still too damn many people on this street
[02:51.993]He's walked all the way from Battery Park he's got sweaty hands and burnin' feet
[02:57.264]He's desperate for a fix
[03:04.802]His body's screamin' "Get me high"
[03:09.879]He bursts through the door and lets one fly
[04:00.588]Sunrise in the park and Davey's cold as stone
[04:08.572]He got some bad merchandise and he was all alone
[04:17.776]Two more unsolved mysteries a iot of paper pushed around
[04:25.441]Most folks are just wakin' up in this great big town