Shadow Alley Blues

Cigarette smoke in the alley's haze

The moon’s a witness to my wicked ways

Steel-tipped boots on the cobblestone beat

A shadow's rhythm in the city's heat

Born in the gutter where the stories are told

Blood on my knuckles and a heart of cold

The night whispers secrets the streets can't refuse

Living my life in the Shadow Alley Blues

Whiskey burns like the sins I bear

The devil smiles

Says he don't care

Dice roll heavy

Luck’s got a price

This game’s my prayer

My sacrifice

Streetlights flicker like a warning sign

My soul's in debt

But the night is mine

Echoes of laughter

They cut like a knife

The blues ain't music

It's a way of life

Born in the gutter where the stories are told

Blood on my knuckles and a heart of cold

The night whispers secrets the streets can't refuse

Living my life in the Shadow Alley Blues

The preacher talks of a path to light

But shadows keep calling in the dead of night

The sirens wail

But they’re out of tune

I’ll face my reckoning under the moon