Bob Seger - Manhattan letra de (lyrics)
[Bob Seger - Manhattan letra de lyrics]
Gauge in his hand
It's sawed off to the limit
He's got a vague plan
There's this liquor store on Madison
There's another one down
On Washington Square
He's pretty sure no one's ever seen him
Down around there
The first one's birdshot
The next four are double aught buck
The last one's a slug just for good luck
He's got his works in his pocket
He wants to score as soon as he's done
He can't wait to get straight
To get long gone
He puts on his long coat
Scribbles off a short note
Sit's himself down and wait's for
The sun to go down
It's right around midnight
And there's still too damn many
People on this street
He's walked all the way from Battery Park
He's got sweaty hands and burnin' feet
He's desperate for a fix
His body's screamin' "Get me high"
He bursts through the door and lets one fly
Sunrise in the park
And Davey's cold as stone
He got some bad merchandise
And he was all alone
Two more unsolved mysteries
A lot of paper pushed around
Most folks are just wakin' up
In this great big town