Again.

Forty-second 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 me to be sketching my song,
I would leave this dirty business,
And return to the norm.

(Blind man on a 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 a corner, won't you show me my way?)

Forty-second street psycho blues,
No, I don't go to parties any more.
When they ask for entertainment,
I don't feel like a guest, I feel like a whore.
I don't smoke or curse in public, kid.
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I'm trapped within the confines
Of my own private hell.

(Blind man on a 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 a corner, won't you show me my way?)

42nd STREET PSYCHO BLUES
Written by: Janis Ian
Performed by: Janis Ian-1968
Appears on: The Secret Life of J. Eddy Fink-1968 & Society's Child: The
Verve Recordings-19951.

1Transcribed from the track on this album.

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