johnny’s in the basement, mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement, thinking about the government The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off Says “He’s got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off” Look out kid, it’s somethin’ you did God knows when but you’re doin’ it again You better duck down the alley way, lookin’ for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap, in the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten

thirty minutes on the corner of fourth & market on a foggy san francisco afternoon…


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