Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain
Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams
Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams
Different strokes for different folks
So mind your manner, easy on the ethnic jokes
It's a dumbbell curve, you're trying to tally
All the way down to Shinbone Alley
Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm
Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm
Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes
Windows frame each history, hidden even from the fire escapes
Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey
6:32 in the morning on Thanksgiving's day
And the bums, they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bones
The crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jones
Different strokes for different folks
So mind your manner, easy on the ethnic jokes
It's a dumbbell curve, you're trying to tally
All the way down to Shinbone Alley
7:02 on the same day, your bare feet sweep the parquet
And the light, so papery white, slanting past the microwave
Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table
Spend the day gazing from the window gable
Different strokes for different folks
So mind your manner, easy on the ethnic jokes
It's a dumbbell curve, you're trying to tally
All the way down to Shinbone Alley
You know how I tend to feel when nothing's happening
Like some big old bird, so fat that it just can't fly
Far be it for me to be overreacting
My body hurts like Hell and all I can do is wonder why
Like a man in prison
I'm occupied with busting out
I'm in no position
Said, what are these walking blues about, yeah
Hey Mary, come play with me, please forget your lessons
Pete's off with Captain Hook and with cutlasses, they play
I got a feeling you and me get along fine
Down on the beach in the fresh air with a jug of wine
Like a man in prison
I'm occupied with busting out
I'm in no position
Said, what are these walking blues about, yeah, yeah yeah
Oh yeah, I claim to be infected
Oh yeah, point me in the right direction
The situation, it's got the best of me
I gotta go on, you know, I gotta be strong, but it's hard to exist
Hey Mary, come play with me, please forget your lessons
Pete's off with Captain Hook and with cutlasses, they play
I got a feeling you and me, we get along fine
Down on the beach in the fresh air with a jug of wine
Like a man in prison
I'm occupied with busting out
I'm in no position
Said, what are these walking blues about, yeah
Oooh
Aaaaah
Hard to exist
Oh, hard to exist, yeah
Oh, to exist, whoa
Oooooh, oooh
Hard to exist
Hard to exist
Just hard
Hard to exist, oh
Said it's hard, hard to exist
Said it's hard, hard to exist
Said it's hard, hard to exist
And hard to exist, whoa
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