Faces
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Uh-huh
His space is
At the Palace, he sleeps for twenty five cents
Uh-huh
Now hes wiping headlights
Windshields with an old rag
It aint nine to five
Down and dirty, hes an old tramp
He poses like a dead man
The night train passes by
Moneys
Not the answer for princes and dancers
Uh-huh
Hes standing under street lights
Hes thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife
The corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and jitters
Boston blue laws aint for shitters
And newsprint is for cheaters
Cement mattress for believers
A dirty old bum
Hes a dirty old bum
He cant say "Yes"
He cant forget it A dirty old bum
Now hes shooting power curves
His buddies think hes got some nerve
Mrs Face had other lovers
Her arms smothered other numbers
He freezes
Christmas season, all saints protect him
Uh-huh
His face is
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Ah
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