Jesse Killmachine

Jesse Killmachine

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8th Avenue

Written By: Jesse Killmachine

8th Avenue
Written and performed by Jesse Killmachine

Brother man where’s the cap
Oh he’s puking in his lap
Where’s the crosstown
Anybody got a bus map

Down on 39th st.
You can smell the birds breath
You can read your future
On the arm of an amputee

Long Legs and sex pants
Circus freaks with infants
A Big Booty Black girl
Tryin to make the dicks dance

Apollo’s down on 38th
Working on the hairdo’s
Frenchy’s eating soul food
And the beggars got an attitude

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Michaels on the radio
talkin ‘bout his feelings
We’re in the offices
Staring at the ceilings

Standing in the cracks

Pam’s in the liquor store
Showing what her tongue is for
Asking, “do the lynch mob
Wanna see a little more?”

Standing in the Cracks

I’m on the subway
Tryin to find a way to say
What it is that god
Wanted you and me to do today

We’re all on fucking crack

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An oyster sucking barmaid
Wearing high heeled shoes
Wants to know if you would like
To rent the finest room

A transient from outer space
Wearing the skin of a goat
Offering harmonica
Like it’s the antidote

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Michael’s on the radio
talkin ‘bout his feelings
We’re in the offices
Staring at the ceilings

Standing in the cracks

Pam’s in the liquor store
Showing what her tongue is for
Asking, “do the lynch mob
Wanna see a little more?”

Standing in the Cracks

I’m on the subway
Tryin to find a way to say
What it is that god
Wanted you and me to do today

We’re all on fucking crack

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