Post flow flow my dome is still steaming    Passing cheap hotels toward home to get dreaming    The city sky is starless on foot because I'm carless    But the thirty block walk from the spot is not the farthest    That I've gone I move on kept company by neon    Lights 3 a.m. tonight the air is like freon    Fifty in my pocket not much but I can't knock it    Getting paid to light the mic up like a bulb in a socket    Flip the switch tonight I saw it in their eyes    The Fingers kept it live the energy never died    It wouldn't be denied 214 Burnside    We kept their heads moving even kids outside    You can see them on the street through the stage door gate    Ten o'clock even when it gets late    Pass the mic at the end of the night to Dave Queen    Then come back on Tuesday check out Sid the Tennesseans Tony    Green and Stella yeah I remember Tuesdays    No bad things now bring me back to hear the new play    I'll stay late with D.J. Sass until the next day    Fuck Key Largo take me back to the X-Ray    Take me back to the X-Ray    My fingers are frozen my coat is soaked through    My toes are past numb we've got a hundred more to do    They're only getting wetter got to get another up    Luke loads the stapler then he slaps the hammer shut    Tack tack tack down the right then the left side    If you see Five-O then you'd better step hide    Wait until they pass and come around the block again    Time to go back to work before this late night ends    Over on my left he's holding up another poster    Pushing up the corner as the staple falls close to    His index finger as his breath lingers in the air    Water trickles up his arm he doesn't seem to care    He doesn't wear gloves they make it hard to grab the paper    On a late night caper with a state of the art stapler    Damn it's getting cold but still we've got to pass the word    Plastering the poles from Hawthorne to twenty third    But not in front of Fred's or Crocodile they'll tear them down    And never cover the X-Ray's 'cause they support the sound    Luke will tack it back if it belongs to a friend    But if you cover his you'll never see your shit again so watch your    Posters...    Here we go again after the show again I've got to hit the    Streets work my feet and get my flow again    All alone and then I feel the pavement on my aching feet    Dawn will come before this trip's complete    Concrete and light rain stain the city I was born in    I hardly feel alive as the horizon whispers morning    Walking on train tracks from halls where the name's at    I wanted to clear my head but once again all of the pain's back    I'm torn between the place I'm in and where I want to be    Faith won't wait kid so what's it gonna be    Forget it and let it go take no as the answer    Or if you choose to do it better get serious as cancer    But see I took a peek and looked deep into it    And after what I saw I'm not so sure I should pursue it    Still I know a half-step is likely to be my last step    And playing live beats nine to fives so thrive or hit the casket