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Willie's Down
©2004 Kimrea Willie's down in the basement His head between his knees Willie's down in the basement Out stone cold in a junkie sleep Earlier this evening out on the street I saw him underneath a lampost looking sharp and clean Like he'd pulled himself together, straightened out his life Now he's down there in the celler, folded like a pocket knife Willie's down in the basement His head between his knees Willie's down in the basement Out stone cold in a junkie sleep Sitting upstairs in the window, I was watching the scene Looking for the action, I could see most everything There was dandy Willie strutting his stuff Now he's crumpled like a car wreck, It's just so tough Willie's down in the basement His head between his knees Willie's down in the basement Out stone cold in a junkie sleep I heard somebody shouting, get him out of here Who let him in the door, you know he can't sleep there Dump in in the alley, it's just another day You know it's nothing personal, it always ends this way Willie's down in the basement His head between his knees Willie's down in the basement Out stone cold in a junkie sleep |