Lyrics:

Shakey Daveys got a twelve gauge in his hand
Its sawed off to the limit
Hes got a vague plan
Theres this liquor store on Madison
Theres another one down on Washington square
Hes pretty sure no ones ever seen him
Down around there

The first ones birdshot the next four are double aught buck
The last ones a slug just for good luck
Hes got his works in his pocket
He wants to score as soon as hes done
He cant wait to get straight to get long gone

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

Its right around midnight and theres still too damn many people on this street
Hes walked all the way from Battery Park hes got sweaty hands and burnin feet
Hes desperate for a fix
His bodys screamin Get me high
He bursts through the door and lets one fly

Sunrise in the park and Daveys cold as stone
He got some bad merchandise and he was all alone
Two more unsolved mysteries a iot of paper pushed around
Most folks are just wakin up in this great big town