.Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his hand
Black madonna, won't you change his luck and find him fifty grand?
'Cause he's tore down, months from nowhere, with the day-to-day out of his hands
One key fit the door to their apartment, another fit the business .
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