Jimmy cracks a coke and he runs back puffing
as he kicks the bottle out of his way
Shoe sales rocket and the Iceman cometh
what his business was he wouldn't say
The New York scene lost its symmetry
through Brooklyn's burnt out sieves
Three suits pedal their gold paint metal
trying to sell what Jesus gives

Look at the burnt out junkie, alto hurricane
oh he'll be pleased to meet you,
glad to take you home
Up to the Church of Mother Mary Pay and Play
There'll be a cot to greet you,
and a black rotary phone

Laughter is a weapon
manufactured in New Jersey
and it's built to grind our churning guts to dust
Oh yeah this great smirking concoction
it sits winking through the paper
as its early morning hostages adjust
to their shifting points of reference
and their reeking black excretions
as they match their grinning captors
round for round
Until the turning tides grow weary
then they rest their heads in dungeons
cut to ribbons
but in dreams they're safe and sound
Yeah in dreams they're safe and sound

You'll be a first-rate psycho
schizoid masterpiece
once all the pavement gets to
grinding down your bones
until you're a blood-shot whirling
bug-eyed Herculese
spinning the phone for no-one
though everybody's home

Lyrics submitted by JohnnyViola

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