Jim Caroll - Freddy's Store Lyrics
Im walking uptownI hear a most peculiar soundLike a seashell in my earLike the ocean was nearI go inside this storeTo get my head clearOnce Im inside the air is fresh as [a lie? ]You are greeted by a civil servantShe is dressed in beadsShe jots down your needsAnd casually recedesLook aroundTake the elevator downTake it downOnce you reach downstairsThey take special care of youYou cannot believe what you seeYou know guns to stop timeLaid out in a line445s to uzi-3sA man comes up in a uniformHe says, you were just who we were looking forYou heard the soundLet me show you aroundThis place is big as some small townsWe got every gun beneath the sunAnd the same for heavy munitionsWe got the space to trainBut we dont know youll learnBut now take the time, just look aroundLook aroundFeel the water rushing downRushing downRefrain:But you better get readyIf youre going to freddysIf youre going to freddys storeYou can lose or winYou can sink or swimBut you dont know where or what forBut you better get readyIf youre going to freddysIf youre going to freddys storeIts not exactly hell,Its more like bechtelThey got only one item to sellTheres a booth for dressingAlso used for confessionTheres a jesuit on call hereTwenty-four hours a dayHe can guide you to prayTo waylay your modern guilt and fearYou live by the sword, you die, etceteraAnd the same goes for an m-15But what the hellWhen freddy rings that bellJust make certain that your weapon is cleanAnd pointing down,Down to the groundCan you live in the tropics?Can you fight on the sand?Have you compunctions to functionIn a far off land?Can you kill a despot in an african nation?Can you bite the pillIf the operation dont go down?Down, if it dont go downAnd theres a galley [. . . ? ][. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ? ]We dont distinguish left or ust dont ask about behind that doorYou can stand on the cornerYou can do the jerkYou can go to the discoYou can go berserkBut there are plenty of generalsAnd plenty of shahsWho drive a coupe deville after the coup de etatIts up to you,You got one chance to scoreEverybody gets a little piece of warJust dont ask about behind that doorHit the ground, get downIts coming downThe door is coming downRepeat refrain
