Now that my life is on the rocks, You'll find me walking by the docks. The worm has turned inside my brain; Hit the gutter--next stop, the drain. Streetlamp Sally in her alley, She's the lily of this valley. Midnight lady, always shady; Sometimes she does go by Sadie. I'm on the film noir side of town; The underworld that drags you down. Walking the wrong side of the tracks; One false move, you fall Through the cracks. Jack B. Quicker, wears a slicker; Sells his moonshine rotgut liquor. Indian Giver by the river, Always gets you in the liver. Now that my life is on the skids, I'm glad to have no wife and kids. I stay up late and out all night, This life's a film in black and white. Frank Casino out of Reno, Telling you to call him Dino. Pauley Putter, he's a nutter; Balls are always in the gutter. A place where gangsters run the streets, And clockwork cops just pound their beats. They walk the walk, and talk the talk, And those stool pigeons Always squawk. Pete the Cheater packs a heater, Wears a grimy old wife beater. Speaking easy, slow and sleazy, This old movie's getting cheesy. So don't get in over your head; Can't pay the debt, you end up dead. Don't get involved, and in too deep; You see too much--it's that big sleep. more

A proggy piano-driven instrumental from my 1st album 🎹 Would love to know your thoughts :)more