Wounded City Night


well you can feel it on those fired up

sweaty back, race track summer nights

when the bodega boy rips a fire hydrant open

oh lord what a sight



puts a greasy rainbow

in an ashtray sky

a jeve fuck you finger

wearing a big, gold indian ring



uptown baby

running from the crown

a beers a dollar fifty

and you slam your dominoes down

uptown I’m gonna learn to love you right

and we will know just who we are

in the wounded city night



well this old tin can

looks less and less like the isle of man

take what you darlin, while were young

while we can

they sold the arch down in the square

the king he drew his big, thick line in the sand



but the rats and roaches

always win the greasy day

so raise your fuckin glasses

for the dirtbags and the masses

for now i’m gonna have to up and haul my proud poor yankee ass…



Uptown baby

running from the crown

a beers a dollar fifty

and you slam your dominoes down

uptown I’m gonna learn to love you right

and we will know just who we are

in the wounded city night



Billymark he closed his drunken doors today

they drove him out to keep them rock and roll types far away

where will the powder girls blow

where will the chippy boys go?



go down to Charleston, South Carolina

get a shrimp in your bloody mary cocktail drink



go to Nashville, somewhere in Tennessee

it’s a little cute out there baby, for you and me

don’t you think?



the mission bell still rings in San Francisco

but the streets are paved with solid gold



go on down to Juarez City

you never have to worry but going out or growing old



uptown baby

running from the crown

a beers a dollar fifty

and you slam your dominoes down

uptown

I’m gonna learn to love you right

and we will know just who we are

in the wounded city night