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Stumbled out the bar, vision blurry

Humphrey Bogart face underneath the brim of my derby

Button the pea coat,

Head spinning made me spit up the Bourbon

Nauseous from the gutters steaming

All I see is titty bar signs buzzing and headlights beaming

Closing hours at the jazz club

Seats on the table, the waiter’s sweeping

I’m just a creep in the city that’s full of roaches and junkies that’s never

sleeping

Heart is cold, my pockets broken

Now I’m frozen and stoned with no emotion

Another bum riding the train without a token

Digging in my pocket, coming up empty

Limousines splash puddles and drench me, damn

Walk in the club right when the party’s done

I see smut and filth on the ground with gum

It’s looking like a scene out of Old Vegas

Night time and the jazz jukebox is playing

I’m chilling waiting for the club owner

Pouring shots of tequila until that liquor start pouring over

To get a light buzz, the black light’s plugged

Bartender counting the money and licking her thumbs

See I’m dirty but that there’s a dirty foul mouth

Pour another shot to rinse it off clean and kill that foul out

Just a couple of nobodies with no bodies

She off of that old molly and drunk probably

Still waiting to be paid

Like a drunken drummer that don’t know how to behave

(Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets)

And then we come back in a new wave

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