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Potter's Field

Buy me a drink and I'll tell you what I seen

And I'll give you a bargain from the edge of a maniac's dream

That buys a black widow spider with a riddle in his yarn

That's clinging to the furrow of a blind man's browI'll start talking from the brim of a thimble full of whiskey

On a train through the Bronx that will take you just as far

As the empty of a bottle to the highway of a scar

That stretched across the blacktop of my cheek like thatAnd then ducks beneath the brim of a fugitive's hat

You'll learn why liquor makes a stool pigeon rat on every face

That ever left his shadow down on Saint Marks placeHell, I'd double cross my mother if it was whiskey that they payed

And so an early bird says Nightstick's on the hit parade

He ain't got a prayer and his days are numbered

And you'll track him down like a dogWell, it's a tough customer, you're getting in this trade

'Cause the Nightstick's heart pumps lemonade

And whiskey keeps a blind man talkin' alright

And I'm the only one who knows just where he stayed last nightHe was in a wreckin' yard in a switchblade storm

In a wheelbarrow with nothing but revenge to keep him warm

And a half a million dollars in unmarked bills

Was the Nightstick's blanket in a February chillAnd as the buzzard drove a crooked sky

Beneath a black wing halo

He was dealin' high Chicago in the mud

And stackin' the deck against a dragnet's eyeA shivering Nightstick in a miserable heap

With the siren for a lullaby singing him to sleep

He was bleeding from a buttonhole

Torn by a slug, fired from the barrel of a two dollar gunThat scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now

Is learnin' what you have to pay to be a hero anyhowHe dressed the hole in his gut with a hundred dollar bandage

A king's ransom for a bedspread that don't amount to nuthin'

Just cobweb strings on a busted ukulele

And the Nightstick leaned on a black shillelagh

With the poison of a junkie's broken promise on his lipHe staggered in the shadows screaming I ain't never been afraid

And he shot out every street light on the promenade

Past the frozen ham and eggers at the penny arcade

And throwin' out handfuls of a blood stained salary

They were dead in their tracks at the shootin' galleryAnd they fired off a twenty-one gun salute

And from the corner of his eye, he caught the alabaster orbs

And from a dime a dance hall girl and stuffed a thousand dollar bill

In her blouse and caught the cruel and unusual punishment of her smileAnd the Nightstick winked beneath a rainsoaked brim

Ain't no one seen hide nor hair of him see

No one but a spade on Riker's Island and meAnd so if you're mad enough to listen to a full of whiskey blind man

Then you're mad enough to look beyond where bloodhounds dare to go

If you want to know just where the Nightstick's hidin' out

You be down at the ferry landin', oh, let's say bout half past a nightmareWhen it's twisted on a clock you tell 'em Nickels sentcha

Whiskey always makes him talkYou ask for Captain Charon with the mud on his kicks

He's the skipper of the deadline steamer

And she sails from the Bronx across the river Styx

And a riddle's just a ticket for a dreamer'Cause when the weather vane's sleepin' and the moon turns his back

You crawl on your belly 'long the railroad tracks

And cross your heart and hope to die and stick a needle in your eye

'Cause he'd cut my bleedin' heart out if he found out that I squealed'Cause you see a scarecrow, it's just a hoodlum

Who marked the cards that he dealed

And pulled a gypsy switch

Out on the edge of Potter's Field

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