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Traffic Blind Man

Blind man Standing on the corner Crying out the blues And I don't need a dollar And don't give me a dime Until you bring back that little girl of mine

over the village where the skittish pigeons molt Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters But blind

die Is your game No tomorrow Live your hell Still your game Live it well You're insane No tomorrow Walking headfirst Like a blind man Into traffic Abusive

, now. Well, whoever said that Sidney Poitier was a blind man, Knew the same of Elvis Presley, too. 'cause all the sausages that dance like Ray Bolger on the hood of a car in a traffic

the day, figure that But you still can't see with a thousand watt beam (Blind!) And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (Wake up!) Cause traffic

shot you Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too A bare tuff thing come at you When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic

the frogs Uhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap Smokin trees with the window up (windows up) Traffic

Your serpent cannot be denied." Our serpents love the whisky bars They love the romance of the crime But didn't I see a neon sign Fester on your hotel blind

your knees up 2000 years we reappear Change the earthly worldly ways Ancient of days Come to show the blind god In the form of a man That is worthy