BLACK AND WHITE BLUES

Mangle hit the sidewalk dodging all the crime chalk.
Writing down the things in his head.
Thinking ‘bout his boy and how he’s gonna grow up living with the blood that is shed.
Mangle went uptown.
Never seen a Warhol.
Didn’t give a damn about the the models and the alcohol.
We went to see Mary, she’s working at the newsstand. Everyday, front page, murder in the promised land.

Black, white and red all over.
What’s black, white and read all over?
What’s black, white And red all over?
The USA.

Every night somewhere sitting in a wooden chair there is a man all alone.
He’s got the greed--that’s the seed for the deed.
Reaching in the dark for the phone.
What can I get you, heroine or crystal, kind bud or cocaine.
Betty in vinyl.
Speed for your finals.
How ‘bout a bottle full of rain?

What’s black, white and red all over?
What’s black, white and red all over?
What’s black, white and red all over?
Well, you tell me.

Tommy was a black man.
Timmy was a white man.
Johnny was a red man.
Jimmy was a brown man.
Buddha was a fat man.
Jesus was the son of man.
So what?

Money isn’t anything.
Sex is a play thing.
Love is a child in the street.
Time is a ball hog.
God is a brown dog.
I’m hungry.
Let’s eat.

What’s black, white and red all over?
What’s black, white and red all over?
What’s black, white And red all over?
Hey, you know what I mean..