Tytuł: From a few streets over

• Wykonawca: Ron Sexsmith
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From a few streets over
   Before the sun goes down
   You can hear it coming closer
   To this dislocated shoulder
   of an old and crooked town
   That's when the ice cream van rolls around
  
   But in the land of plenty
   The money here is tight
   The children here are many
   (and if you do have any)
   He will park his van outside
   There waits the ice cream man with the cold dark eyes
  
   For it's not a "Rockwell" summer
   or a world of "Dick and Jane"
   And how it makes you shudder
   Like you used to hide from thunder
   When you hear him coming down the lane
   And you condemn the ice cream man to the world of flame
  
  
   A sickly, sweet wind is blowing
   Across the fields of hell
   A licorice night's unfolding
   Near a grave sight a corroded
   old and burnt out carousel
   Here lies the ice cream man, the devil treats him well