****....

**** these city streets
**** these ***** dark city streets
on a hot night
It's the blues
It's the blues
It's walking Washington blues

Goin' street light to street light
there's nothin' quite like it
under the light of the sun
It's the spaces between
the world that's unseen
that keeps you on the run

I slide past the ladies
with their ******* whispers
and the skeleton ******
all covered in blisters
and I...
hurry on

Past dead end alleys
with doorways to no where
and windows that show
what you don't want to know
and I...
hurry on, hurry on

There are knife end transactions
fatal attractions
your money your lover your life
So I pick up the pace
where the drive-bys are frequent
leaving their pock marks
on brick work and cement
and I...
hurry on, hurry on

I step over needles
by graffiti with blood stains
It's only the ghetto
exposing it's hearts pain
and I....
hurry on, hurry on

but don't cross the road
where nobody goes
for I've heard you'll never return....

So I duck the bite
of the lead mosquitoes
and slip behind trash cans
where death is a slum lord
and there's always new tenants
...coat hanger evictions
AND ISN'T LIFE WORTH MORE THAN THIS!!!!

It's the blues..
It's the blues..
It's the walking Washington blues.
****!

Roosty