Walking north on Perry
Crossing on West Third
I've been called to answer for
What Mackorowski's heard
Fallen angels follow me
Tempt me to take the fall
They say we're all criminals here
We are guilty one and all
I should drown in a bottle
I should reach for my gun
I should break off these chains and run
They took my finger prints
They took my photo, too
They took my belt and they took my tie
And the laces from my shoes
Ken Khol on the stand he lied
Said he could see the dead in my eyes
He says I'm guilty as hell and I should swing
Before the sunlight dies, oh yeah