You mad genius, Hep cat with the small change jinglin’ in your pocket and razorblade at your throat

Jagged gravel voice crooning love songs about the Apocalypse and the gritty city streets

Crazy angel talking to God and dealing with the devil; raconteur to both

Dig that broken glass cry deep down inside rising out of your ragged mouth

Piano playing jazz, muddy beatbox boomin’, guitar wailin’ in the back alley

Car alarms and the thump thrump thump of the bass, city life and high nights

Crank up the noise and blow that sax, got Ol’ Scratch on your back and death hitchin’ a ride

Ya gotta keep the fire burnin’ ‘til the snake oil salesman slither on home to his whiskey bottle

Lyin’ with your dreams on, just keep playing that late night street corner diner song ‘til I’m gone

‘Til I’m dead, far, and gone