Piggy Roy was a sugar trader, living on the brink. Couldn't make enough of it, dealing on King street. It was a hard hard time, near the store that named a town.
When the mornin' comes. You'll know by my shoes I've been out walking. . If I don't return. You'll know I've found something to believe in. To believe in.
I've made up my mind. I've got to get out in a hurry. I've stated my case. There's no need to come on with worry. . 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter.
Burned down on the boulevard. Livin' so fast and sweet and hard. Don'tcha try and shoot me down. Don't intend to stick around. . Gotta move, move on down the road.
Had a widow down in Boston. You know she really trusted me. Then I ran away to Cleveland. From a brand new bride-to-be. . Held a preacher's plate in Memphis.
Well, it's the same rhythm. That's played in Memphis. The face shows no pain. But the beat is the same in New York. . And speed is just a bird in the night.
Everybody's been standing around like they're ready. Everybody's been going around carrying signs. . Come on and get a few things back together. And don't get lost in the stormy weather.
Do you know me? I don't think so. Do you know me? I don't think so. You romanticize the dark and gloomy past. Trying to escape from the underclass. . You darkened the bright and beautiful day.
By, oh by, the way of an explanation. Cast adrift of the shores of shorty's nation. I had a lick, it caved my skull in like a brick. . Call now, what use am I to anyone.
You seem the types who follow the line. Went from cheery vagabondage. To cold blooded luxury in four years. . No lick spittle or pick thack. From sycophant claw back flunky.
Come on sugar, you know I love you so. I ain't got much time before I go. . I'm a dying man, yeah, that's all I am. I'm a dying man, that's all I am. .
If you want to get in touch with me. If you want to chance the U.S. mail. I can show you things, you've never seen. I can tell you girl, it never fails.
You always give me something. To help me understand. Turn those tracks around me one more time. But all you give is killing me. I can't turn around. I'm gettin' loaded on a darker side of town.
"Oh rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm that flies in the night. In the howling storm. Has found out thy bed of crimson joy. And his dark secret love.
I took my fire upon a mountain. To mock all truth that flatters men. And I damned all hope. That tomorrow shows. For I cursed all life there is. As screaming ghosts.
Kings adored, abhorred. Apple, crown and sword. Lions green and red. By fire killed and wed. . One more day you'll see. Master good John Dee. Wisdom's granted me.
On the first of May. Toads grow fat on stolen Hosts. . In little boxes crucified. Bled and divined. . When all the girls. . Suckle beasts within their arms.
Do you remember all the times we had together boy. Holding you so tight all through the night. Love was made, made for you and I. The day you left me boy.