Well The Black Dogs Are Barking At The Distant Sound

Of An East Side Siren Cuttin' Down,

And Some Safe-crack-alley-Jack-Ripper-of-fame,

Smiles By The Light Of His Own Blowtorch Flame

And The Heat's So Heavy They Keep Circling The Block,

Checking Warehouse Windows And The Front Street Docks

With A Billystick Shaking From The Side Of His Hip

Cramming Everything He's Got Into A Forty-five Clip



Oh Oh Let Freedom Ring, Oh Oh Let Freedom Ring

Oh Oh Let Freedom Ring

Let Us All Keep The Beat And Let Justice Sing



Now That Night Watchman With The Switchboard Eyes

Sits Sweating Out Bennies As An Exercise

Tappin' Coronary Rhythms With A Fountain Pen

On The Base Of His Skull And Underneath His Chin,

While On The Thirty-eighth Floor About A Mile Away

Sits A Big Sandbox Where The Lawyers Play

One In Particular Has Spent All Day

Tampering With The History Of The Dossier

Of Some Retainer-bought-crooked-white-collar-client

Who Acts Like A Weasel And Walks Like A Giant

In A World Where Rules Begin To Dissolve

If You Got Enough Money To Get A Lawyer Involved



Oh Oh Let Freedom Ring, Oh Oh Let Freedom Ring

Oh Oh Let Freedom Ring

Let Us All Keep The Beat And Let Justice Sing



Now The Street Sweep Cleaner Comes Chuggin' Up Main

Squirting A Ready-made Mixture Of Detergent And Rain

Washing A Very Wide Assortment Of The City's Shame

Into The Mouth Of An Oversized City Drain

Where The Two-foot-slew-foot Alligator Reigns

With His Timex Watch And His Underground Train

Fighting Off The Pressure Of This Critical Acclaim

With More Snap In His Bite And More Weather In His Veins

While The Secret Police In Their Dark Dress Blues

Light Their Cigarettes Up With A Dynamite Fuse

Inspecting Their Silhouettes Down To Their Shoes

Hoping To Stumble Upon A Series Of Clues

As To What Went Wrong When The Universe Was Born

Will Gabriel Be Blowing A Synthesized Horn

Load Up The Wagon And Sell Off The Corn

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