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Jim Carroll - Freddy's Store lyrics
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-acap |
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