Freddy's Store Lyrics - Singles - Jim Carroll

I'm walking uptown 

I hear a most peculiar sound 

Like a seashell in my ear 

Like the ocean was near 

I go inside this store 

To get my head clear 

Once I'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie? ] 

You are greeted by a civil servant 

She is dressed in beads 

She jots down your needs 

And casually recedes 

Look around 

Take the elevator down 

Take it down 

Once you reach downstairs 

They take special care of you 

You cannot believe what you see 

You know guns to stop time 

Laid out in a line 

445's to uzi-3's 

A man comes up in a uniform 

He says, you were just who we were looking for 

You heard the sound 

Let me show you around 

This place is big as some small towns 

We got every gun beneath the sun 

And the same for heavy munitions 

We got the space to train 

But we don't know you'll learn 

But now take the time, just look around 

Look around 

Feel the water rushing down 

Rushing down 

Refrain: 

But you better get ready 

If you're going to freddy's 

If you're going to freddy's store 

You can lose or win 

You can sink or swim 

But you don't know where or what for 

But you better get ready 

If you're going to freddy's 

If you're going to freddy's store 

It's not exactly hell, 

It's more like bechtel 

They got only one item to sell 

There's a booth for dressing 

Also used for confession 

There's a jesuit on call here 

Twenty-four hours a day 

He can guide you to pray 

To waylay your modern guilt and fear 

You live by the sword, you die, etcetera 

And the same goes for an m-15 

But what the hell 

When freddy rings that bell 

Just make certain that your weapon is clean 

And pointing down, 

Down to the ground 

Can you live in the tropics? 

Can you fight on the sand? 

Have you compunctions to function 

In a far off land? 

Can you kill a despot in an african nation? 

Can you bite the pill 

If the operation don't go down? 

Down, if it don't go down 

And there's a galley [. . . ? ] 

[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ? ] 

We don't distinguish left or ust don't ask about behind that door 

You can stand on the corner 

You can do the jerk 

You can go to the disco 

You can go berserk 

But there are plenty of generals 

And plenty of shahs 

Who drive a coupe deville after the coup de etat 

It's up to you, 

You got one chance to score 

Everybody gets a little piece of war 

Just don't ask about behind that door 

Hit the ground, get down 

It's coming down 

The door is coming down 

Repeat refrain