Winter Paroles

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The mad kid walked left-side south-side towards me
He was about seven
His mother was a cleaning lady
She had a large black dog
And the mad kid said
"Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead"
I'd just walked past the alcoholics' dry-out house
The lawn was littered with cans of Barbican
There was a feminist's Austin Maxi parked outside
With anti-nicotine anti-nuclear stickers on the side
On the inside and they didn't even smoke
Anyway two weeks before the mad kid had said to me With a green-fuzz skull and crossbones
He'd just got back from the backward kids' party
Anyway then he seemed the young one
But now he looked like the victim of a pogrom

Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter

Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter