The Felice Brothers - Rockefeller Druglaw Blues Lyrics
The exhaust from the prison van is going to heaven, but I'm going to AtticaGonna put a hundred miles between me and my dealing habitI'm watching Poughkeepsie move by in the afternoon rainMy hands are turning blue from these cuffs they got me inI tried to keep my job at the dollar storeFound out my mom was sick and a dollar wasn't enough no moreI promise you Mama, I'm gonna get you them pillsI got me a box of bags and a baker's scaleFifteen grams of heroinAn ounce of speedFifteen years to lifeRockefeller, that's a long old timeMy brother was shot down on Warren Street a year ago tonightCan't you see the medics with his body in the siren lightI promise you brother, I'm gonna be a good dadGonna give our children something like we never hadFifteen grams of heroinAn ounce of speedFifteen years to lifeRockefeller, that's a long old timeTwenty boys in orange clothes in the jailhouse yardTwenty needle-marks in the arms of GodFive hundred picketers this morning on the governor's lawnFifty white stars, my Darling, in the milky dawnFifteen grams of heroinAn ounce of speedFifteen years to lifeRockefeller, that's a long old time
