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::: Gutterrole :::

Phantoms pour though the streets in the night to New York beats
Angels call us to their side begging for a quickie ride
Stubble chins and smelly cigars fill rusted vans and hopped up cars
Whisky breath gangsters with fat guards, rule a room dealing cards
Needles hang from sleeping arms the vagabonds have all the charms
Shopkeepers sweep up the mess then at night put on a dress
Gutterrole call is to all the persons it’s the street that gives them their lessons

Written by: ~ Rob Coste