Stop Bloomberg, Frisk Kelly (and all the pigs can suck eggs in hell)

by Out of System Transfer

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A sneak peak at our debut EP "Same Rat, Different Hat" coming January 2014!

lyrics

When first unto this city
With the clothes upon my back
And a five-dollar bill to bribe that shill
Who tried to send my broke ass back
I went out seekin nothing
But a quiet place to sleep
So I found me a park that was open past dark
And I prayed the lord my soul to keep
(prayed ‘em my soul to keep)

But it wasn’t quite six thirty
Cops poked me in my side
They said “you can stay late, but you sit up straight
And don’t you close those goddamn eyes”
So I sat and wrote my baby
Way back across the sea
I said “the streets are gold and you don’t grow old
So don’t you cry for little ‘ol me
No don’t you cry for me

Your precious bench got no place for the likes of me
Cause it’s a free country and that means nothing comes for free

Then I heard a woman screaming
From the corner by the street
She had her hands cuffed back behind her back
And she was stompin on the pavement with her feet
That policeman was laughing
And leaning against his car
So I found me a brick that was heavy and thick
But I didn’t need to throw it all that far
(didn’t need to throw it too far)

Well they chased me down and dragged me
Back to the city jail
Had to sit and wait for 6 weeks straight
Cause I had no one would post my bail
So I sat and wrote my baby
Way back across the sea
I said “the streets are gold and you don’t grow old
So don’t you cry for little ‘ol me
No don’t you cry for me

Arm of the law, it’s comin reachin around for me
And they make you feel you should be glad for the courtesy

Hizzoner and the jury
They came streamin in one by one
And was no surprise when I met their eyes
That they wouldn’t look back not a one
And the paper they was readin
Read “in the first degree”
And they said “please rise” and I felt the eyes
Of every schmuck in that court on me
(yeah every eye was on me)

Hizzoner said “Now Sonny,
What have you got to say?
Before I call my boys up front
To drag your sorry hide away”
I said “Your honor write my baby,
Way back across the sea
And say ‘the streets are gold and you don’t grow old
So don’t you cry for little ol’ me
No don’t you cry for me’”

credits

released December 20, 2013
Words and Music by Jesse Sternberg

Jesse Sternberg: Lead Vox, Acoustic Guitar
Danielle Kolker: Ukulele, Vox
Jon Good: Trombone, Vox
Jesse Jacobsen: Bass
Eric Dryburgh: Drums

Artwork by Alma Shepherd-Matsuo

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Oliver Ignatius at Mama Coco's Funky Kitchen in Brooklyn, NY

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