Flame Throwers in the Night

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Well rock me shiftin’ down streets long gone,

We wore Frye boots and beards and tossed cigarettes

Like flame throwers lighting paths in the night

Not caring nothing for the powers that be

 

Well she came striding proud sleek like Secretariat

Her hips shape shifting dreams by the dozens while

Harry shined his Nova and the 66th Street rhythms

Swirled with tongues dancing in the corner darkness

 

Well rock me tender as the night gets deep

And the kids go home where family lives

With dinners on and me now striding solo

Casting flame throwers in the night

 

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