Down Come The Mickey کے بول

It's a particular taste in the mouth Difficult to describe I checked the secretaries on the subway White pages with paper-punch eyes. And the black boys fresh out of prison Are saying it's easy on the inside, it's just tough on parole. Hey man, we don't need your money Yeah, we're just checking your pockets for holes. And the night crawls by with every cigarette drag All shallow and twisted like a birth scream No flash of light, no spark of life, no goddamn tunnel Just a water-bug in a jet of steam. Down come the Mickey Down come the Mickey One more time Down come the Mickey My friends are bad Bukowski and eh I'm a bad joke, that's repeated at parties Don't write it in stone unless it's an epitaph These things are worth one laugh Down come the Mickey Down come the Mickey One more time Down come the Mickey A hit from behind Hit from behind Hit from behind And this one's for the one's that got it better than I got. And this one's for the one's that got it worse. And this one's for the one's that took it hard with a cheap shot This one's for him that wrote this verse Down come the Mickey Down come the Mickey One more time Down come the Mickey