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St Mickeys

There’s a place at the end of the alley
Easy to miss unless you know it’s there
A little hole that I like to crawl into
To forget my troubles or forget that I care

A juke joint with the blackened windows
Rickety tables and a faded sign
Populated by the ousted and outcast
Never had a past to get past their prime

No need to ask, you know where I’m going
I’m hangin’ down at St Mickey’s tonight
Getting’ small with the flys and the gamblers
Laying low but feeling so high

The booze is cheap but not watered down
Mickey’s way of treating us like crowns
He may not listen to what you said
But he’ll lift one up when you are dead

Like a coven we gather close
When Mickey makes his monthly toast
No angels here, just those who fell
A slice of heaven in our little hell

No need to ask, you know where I’m going
I’m hangin’ down at St Mickey’s tonight
Getting’ small with the flys and the gamblers
Laying low but feeling so high

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from Tales from St. Mickeys, released August 2, 2010

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