Got the itch out
[Bring my ring broadway]?
Kicked out of his SRO
Thrice been snitched on
Had to fix the hard way
But his men just never showed
I've seen the fury
Rocket from his body
Like a speeding subway car
[Can't tell]? the jury
It flew out of his pocket
Strewn across the boulevard
Across the boulevard
Spend half a Tuesday
Looking for a body
Creeping 'round halfway 'till dawn
East of Ashland
Asleep in Graceland
Dead behind the [?]
Leave him alone
He's not ready
Promise to keep it free and clean, yeah
[Count the hole]?
Find a steady
You just need someone to lean on
That sweet girl Tammy
The one who's always late
Always [?] on the Coke machine
Back from Miami
She swears to God she's straight
But she still keeps it in her jeans
Leave her alone
She's not ready
Promise to keep it free and clean, yeah
[Count the hole]?
Find a steady
You just need someone to lean on
You just need someone to lean on
I head the rumors
She's buried in the brambles
[?] where she used to rest
When they exhume her
I want to see the body
Splinters hanging off her dress
Leave her alone
She's not ready
Promise to keep it free and clean, yeah
[Count the holes]?
Find a steady
You just need someone to lean on
You just need someone to lean on