The 39th Street Blues (i'm Sick) Lyrics - Snow - Spocks Beard

THE PROSTITUTE: 

Hey Snow White and the Harlem Knight 

You make a perfect pair 

Skin and bones and a hatchet faced homes 

Hey, what you doin' 'round here 

Why don't you go back to Central Park 

Or stick around and see why love is art 

In my sin I've sunk right in 

I finally understood 

Why all the geeks and the Catholic Priests 

They love to do us good 

Maybe you would like some at my cost? 

Or maybe you and the white shadow should go get lost 

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'Cause I'm sick of pity and morphine 

I'm sick of you runnin' me down 

I'm sick but maybe there's something 

That can still save me from the depths of this town 

One more time I'll speak my mind 

And then you'd better go 

Before Sad Sam and the backdoor man 

Make me wish I'd just said no 

I might come to your meeting in the park 

But now I've got to work it's getting dark 

'Cause I'm sick of pity and morphine 

I'm sick of you runnin' me down 

I'm sick but maybe there's something 

That can still save me - That can still save me 

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SNOW: 

Come you worn out weak and tired 

To this meeting in the dark of the night 

And you'll walk in the light 

Yes, you'll walk in the light 

If you're addicted and afflicted 

My name is Snow and I've the gift and the sight 

And we'll make it alright 

Yes, we'll make it alright