CHARLIE'S-BLUE-ANGELS-BAR-
SURE-IS-GOING-BUST
Charlie runs his bar on a shoestring,
find no laces in his shoes.
Three angels here get to sing,
and they just sing the blues.
Charlie plays a one cord guitar
to accompany their tired voices.
Nobody else comes into this bar.
I guess they have better choices.
Some folk are down on their luck
while some hold all the aces.
No gamblers will ever show up
where Charlie is always wasted.
KRAX
Crack cocaine,
cracks in the wall
and on the ceiling
down to the hall.
Crackshot, crackpot,
what's the latest crack ?
You pay for drugs, girl,
by lying on your back ?!
THE DIRECT ONE
We took a direction,
find no going back.
Too many changes.
Just stay on track.
The one direction
we sure now take
is the one learnt
by big-mistake ?
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