Ill: Djosla
MERCY STREET
What's going down in Mercy Streetyou don't wanna hear
the evidence are in my head
and makes it hard to sleep
the beggars and the prostitutes
are nowhere to be seen
There things I couldn't speak of
down at Mercy Street
You once lived down in Mercy Street
we both where selling books
we were poor, but proud men
and payed the price it took
the bars where always open
and the cops would still say please
there ain't no much of that no more
down at Mercy Street
Remember sweet Johanna
she was hooking down at third
a Swedish girl, hard as nails
at least that's what I heard
A month ago they found her
in the river all cut up
I never would go asking
down at Mercy Street what's up
And Daniel and Lafayette
and John who drove a cab
they drank to much and fucked around
but nothing more than that
all three of them so very nice
they made us always laugh
they drove them out of Mercy Street
their no longer alive
Well, maybe time must change
and I'm too old for all this new
'cause all what I believed in
have vanished in the blue
and people everywhere I turn
are looking much to neat
I guess that many more than me
miss old Mercy Street
They're coming now
it's time for us
I`m taking up their space
They'll take us down to Disneyland
and shoot us in the face
Remember what I told you
and tell everyone you meet
bring in the angry crowd and
Take back Mercy Street !
Poetry by PapaFahr
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Written on 2008-10-24 at 10:05
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