Faces
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Faces cracked for reasons beyond recognition
His space is at the Palace, he sleeps for twenty-five cents
Now he's wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag
It ain't nine-to-five
Down and dirty, he's an old tramp, he poses like a dead man
The night train passes by
Money's not the answer for princes and dancers
He's standing under streetlights, he's thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife, the corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and jitters, Boston blue laws ain't for shitters
The newsprint is for cheaters, cement mattress for believers
You dirty old bum, you dirty old bum
You can't stay here, you have to go
You dirty old bum
Now he's shooting power curves, his buddies think he's got some nerve
Missus Face had other lovers, her arms smothered other numbers
He freezes, Christmas season, All Saints protect him
His face is cracked for reasons beyond recognition
His space is at the Palace, he sleeps for twenty-five cents
Now he's wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag
It ain't nine-to-five
Down and dirty, he's an old tramp, he poses like a dead man
The night train passes by
Money's not the answer for princes and dancers
He's standing under streetlights, he's thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife, the corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and jitters, Boston blue laws ain't for shitters
The newsprint is for cheaters, cement mattress for believers
You dirty old bum, you dirty old bum
You can't stay here, you have to go
You dirty old bum
Now he's shooting power curves, his buddies think he's got some nerve
Missus Face had other lovers, her arms smothered other numbers
He freezes, Christmas season, All Saints protect him
His face is cracked for reasons beyond recognition
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