The Fiery Furnaces - Guns Under the Counter lyrics

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The Fiery Furnaces - Guns Under the Counter lyrics

"Well, good for you. But we have something too." So said my aunt A bowling alley and lunch counter Filled with fellas on their lunch break From the Western Electric plant at a slant across the street And next door when So-and-So's men would come in, and the man himself very often It was guns under the counter every time Guns under the counter every time Guns under the counter every time And bowling on the second floor Very often he was there himself And I, of course, had a special small ball as a little girl, And didn't I grow up, didn't I grow up to be captain of the Morton girls bowling team? I did! Though I don't attach much importance to that now, or then Then riding the old Garfield El downtown And on up to State Street And back to guns under the counter Guns under the counter every time Guns under the counter And bowling on the second floor I never liked Douglas park And no one likes it now But that's neither here nor there There, or here West of Crawford, where it is I stayed Chicago straights alliterates North, and south I lived in the Ms But it was down on the south side Dr. Peter Pane and his brother had their doughnut factory And I mention it now because That one day Now I wasn't there, we were in Davenport at that time Some north side Irish bullets came zipping through that window In Cicero Never stand at a window And past the counter Looking for those men Who had their guns behind the counter And you could smell the boiled cabbage on those bullets One of them managed to hit a young pinsetter in the leg Wouldn't you know it But luckily Panagoulis Dr. Peter Pane Was there to see to it He took some special blackberry filling right out of his lunch bag And applied it to the young man's wound You see, Dr. Peter Pane was an interesting man And an even more interesting doctor As he would use no material or remedy that wasn't used in the manufacture Of his doughnuts down on 82nd and Kedzie with his brother. But he tempered this by the fact that he would rarely use ingredients That didn't have some medicinal purpose Or so he thought Here in the doughnut factory They have confectioner's sugar So sweet it was caustic And chocolate so bitter that it could k** typhus Glazing so shiny It could set back glaucoma And filling so filling, You didn't need stitches The same special blackberry filling that was applied to the young man's wound Blackberry filling that came straight from Dr. Peter Pane's lunch bag We were in Davenport With a big restaurant downtown And I once kept a jackrabbit in the back yard And I'd walk across the river to Rock Island to Greek school On a fine fall day And I'd look up at the sky And down at the river But Davenport changed its name to Hooverville So to speak, and we had to go to Chicago to move in with my aunt

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