42nd St. Psycho Blues

42nd Street psycho blues

and I'm paying off the man

He can make me, he can break me,

and I know that he can

If I didn't have need to be sketching my song

I would leave this dirty business

and return to the norm

Blind man on the corner

won't you show me my way?

If you see my friend the star

ask him how the Syndicate is

and has he finished with paying them

for the promotion job they did

If you should see my manager

tell him I was trying to be good

Mouth just happened to open,

fingers couldn't help but move

Blind man on the corner

won't you show me my way?

42nd Street psycho blues

No I don't go to parties anymore

When they ask for entertainment

I don't feel like a guest

I feel like a whore

Don't smoke or curse in public, kid

Your image won't sell

Trapped within the confines

of my own private hell

Blind man on the corner

won't you show me my way?

Isn't it right, I'm praying tonight

and you won't hear my words

I'll try and explain

It all seems so insane

You see it's only 'bout my world

I'm living three different lives

and for each I'm paying

In a world of cheating, child-beating, soul scraping

Blind man on the corner

won't you show me the way?