Cannonball Statman - Talk to the Black Squirrel lyrics

Lightning strikes this neighborhood on the West side of Brooklyn In the small hour between night and day Dawn fades in through brownstones Streets crowd with people And the Interdimensional Diplomat comes in through sky No I can't forget people They're my friends Extended family They're not devilish toxins or dangerous adversaries Despite what electricity would have us believe Just look up the street Stench of homicide bites your left nostril So turn right You'll never have to turn left again Tomorrow The Queen of Long Meadow stands at your door Turn inward Face your pillow Sleep in On my way up the road A woman pulled up in a car And asked me if I needed a ride I said no thanks Come with me if you want to live Look up the street At the Black Squirrel You'll talk to the Squirrel I'll keep on walking I'll hunt for fortune cookies in the sewer Yeah In the sewer On the West side of Brooklyn In the magic hour oozing night from dying day When evening wind strikes brownstones Streets blast maniac tongues of rock and roll And the Interdimensional Diplomat comes in through sky