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Joey, Joey, king of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey, what made them want to come and blow you away?

There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at
They tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof

The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
Stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs

The hostages were tremblin' they heard a man exclaim
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame"
But Joey stepped up and he raised his hand, said
"We're not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again"

Joey, Joey, king of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey, what made them want to come and blow you away?

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy but they were never sure who with
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten" said Joey judge says, "That's just what you get"

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand

They let him out in '71, I swear he did look great
He dressed like Jimmy Cagney he'd lost a little weight
He tried to find the way back into where he left behind
To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine"

Joey, Joey, king of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey, what made them want to come and blow you away?

It's true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say
"They should never know of one"
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
And emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe"

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy

Joey, Joey, king of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey, what made them want to come and blow you away?

Sister Jacqueline, sister Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep"
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son
That he could not save

The sun turned cold over President Street
And the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said, "A mass in the old church near the house where he was born"
Someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve

Joey, Joey, king of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey, what made them want to come and blow you away?