Lyrics:

One kid from Brooklyn

The other from Queens

Met on a crosstown train

They cut from class, and they both agreed

A bottle down at Coney's all they need



A handful of kicks they stashed under their belts

But Queens stepped on Brooklyn's time

Now a new gang's there with icy stares

The stranger said hello and that's goodbye



He's got more faces than the cards you drew

You can't say spit, but you know it's true

When it all comes down, and the deal is through

The stranger made a buyer of me and you



She smoked the filters, and he smoked 'em straight

On gin and jazz they agreed

A pack of nights, went spinnin' round

In no time they were shacking up midtown



A vow it would seem, to fill out that dream

But life ain't what you think

Cause where once stood two, there now stand three

The stranger now divides their company



Mr. Down On His Luck

Living shopping cart dreams

He works the end of my street

With gushing words and daily dimes

I buy myself a little peace of mind



The workday is long

And when night draws her shadow

I get tired and so beat

I passed right by the man in need

The stranger led me faster up the street



I thought I was in a different place

The stranger just looked me dead in the face

I bought his wares in stead of grace

bought a bill of sale instead of grace



He's got more faces than the cards you drew

You can't say spit, you know it's true

When it all comes down, and the deal is through

The stranger, he made a buyer of me and you