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Kid beggar husslin, wearin granddaddy’s clothe
Two sizes too big, Aunt Hazel chiv him outta home
Hey Louis-wearin honey, can you spare me some bone?
I’ll pay it back some day, baby, don’t think this ain’t some loan
If you came here for answers, I’ll tell you one for free
Your Jesus ain’t around here, and he ain’t lookin for you and me
Your soul belongs to Chinatown
Your heart belongs to me
Jesus don’t ride the Subway, cos he’s fucking St Marie
Sly walkin red fox lookin’ so street n cute
With a knife in her pocket and a small nine in her boot
She purrs for free: I ain’t got time to worry bout my luck
The nights are bright, the men are hard, I’m down to
Turn that buck
Drunk soldier rides the Uptown, carriage is dirty and dark.
Army ant hasn’t memories ‘fore he chased the poor boy’s hark
When he steps onto the tracks and his body turns to dust
On Stan Bazan the cleanup-man did Cap’n leave his mark.
Baby in a cheap suit faking all of that fame
Take the train to Broadway baby, they’re gonna know your name!
Lie on the seat honey chile, this is how we play the game
Sorry you’re not what we need today, but I’m really glad I came.
If you come to this town for answers, let me tell you one for free
Jesus ain’t around here, and he ain’t lookin for you and me
The devil’s the conductor and the angels sell the coke
Rancid is the punchline to all your stupid jokes
When Jesus starts listening, you know the Devil spoke
But he don’t ride the subway, cos Jesus ain’t that broke.
Greasy two dime thugs slink down Mulberry bend
Right hand takes the wafer, left hand pops his friend
Blow, dames, gatt, drink, St Peter’s gifts we’ll send
When you’re floatin down East River, you can’t rewrite that end
Harlem goblin rain pours till the city feel that soak
Bow to big rat beside you, and ask him for a toke
Pull that sewer rabbit out clean, so we all can see the hoax
I’d try to eat my bagel, but I know I’ll probably choke
If you walk these tunnels for answers, let me tell you one for free
Jesus ain’t around here,
He’s feeling up Miss Liberty.