And Stars, Ringed

Dark end of the street
That’s where we always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don’t belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong
(Hello, America!)
Dark end of the street
That’s where we always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don’t belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong
Dark end of the street
That’s where we always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don’t belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong
Hey, I got some Winstons. Hawked them off my old man’s dresser. One apiece for
after supper
Yeah, that’s cool
Yeah. That’s when a cigarette tastes best: after supper
Great