G, D, B, C, Cmi, F, G
GOne kid from Brooklyn
The Cother from Queens
FMet on a crosstown BtrainD7
GThey cut from Dclass, and they Bboth aCgreed
A Cmibottle down at FConey's all they Gneed
A handful of kicks they stashed under their belts
But Queens stepped on Brooklyn's time
Now a new gang's there with icy stares
The stranger said hello and that's goodbye
He's Cmigot more faces than the Fcards you drew
You Bcan't say spit, but you A7know it's true
When it Gall comes Ddown, and the Bdeal is Cthrough
CmiThe stranger Fmade a buyer of me and Gyou
She smoked the filters, and he smoked 'em straight
On gin and jazz they agreed
A pack of nights, went spinnin' round
In no time they were shacking up midtown
A vow it would seem, to fill out that dream
But life ain't what you think
Cause where once stood two, there now stand three
The stranger now divides their company
Mr. Down On His Luck
Living shopping cart dreams
He works the end of my street
With gushing words and daily dimes
I buy myself a little peace of mind
The workday is long
And when night draws her shadow
I get tired and so beat
I passed right by the man in need
The stranger led me faster up the street
I thought I was in a different place
The stranger just looked me dead in the face
I bought his wares in stead of grace
bought a bill of sale instead of grace
He's got more faces than the cards you drew
You can't say spit, you know it's true
When it all comes down, and the deal is through
The stranger, he made a buyer of me and you
Datum: 14. 5. 2008