A slight rewrite of an earlier slight rewrite, only more so.
Spin three times on a dime, with your left foot
Don’t make it two, or you go blind
Hands held high, call to the Giver
Then cross your heart and hope to die.
Lyin’ Larry was layin’ in the alley
And the moon was low and the shadows long
And the clock struck twelve, then came along
The man that would be the last man Larry would ever see.
Larry broke bad, .38 in his hand
“Gimme yer dough” he says to the man
“Gimme yer watch, don’t make no moves, will ya,
I don’t really wanna haveta kill ya.”
But the man only chuckled, cracked his knuckles and spat.
His smile was grim as he took off his hat.
Tall and wide as a door, he threw a dime upon the floor
And did three sweet spins on his left shoe
Raised his hands high, mumbled something or two
And crossed himself where his heart should be at
And Lyin’ Larry died just like that.
There were only two things stoppin’ Smilin’ Joe Brown
From believing the bad, bad news:
Nothin’ could kill Lyin’ Larry, was one;
Nothin’ could kill Lyin’ Larry was two.
“There’s a voodoo comin’ at me!”
In the quiet he intoned.
“And it’s up to me and me alone
To draw the blood, and break the bone,
Blind the eye, and rob and stone
The one that does not bleed,
Who made the laugher cry,
Who walks between the here and then
Who takes the coin of blood and tries
To do a dance of death on my Lyin’ Larry’s soul?
I will conjure up his penance
He will die a shadow.”
The waves that slapped the breakwall,
They were driven by the wind,
And the wind did howl
Like a demon with a wound,
And the wound opened up
And became a magic wand
A magic wand in the hand
Of Smilin’ Joe Brown.
The Dancer With A Dime was steadily drawing closer
To Smilin’ Joe Brown, with a wand in his hand
In a spotlight safety zone
In a alley made of old stone
They proceeded to face each other to death.
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