Becker Park
Your kids are here in Becker Park
as the sun is going down,
with cash stuffed in their pockets,
the candy man's in town.
There are drugs to buy in Becker Park,
a pill for every need.
There's coke and crank for connoisseurs,
and always lots of weed.
He sells dreams in Becker Park
for nickels and for dimes,
the kids show up at sundown
to see what they can find.
The ones who come to Becker Park
live life without a clue,
ignorant of the ways of drugs
and what an overdose can do.
They live their lives in Becker Park,
the writing's on the wall,
but they never get much wiser
till the undertaker calls.
My boy went down to Becker Park,
this sadly I confide.
I never will forget the night
they told me that he died.
But they still come to Becker Park
when the candy man is there,
he may lose a kid or two
but hell, he doesn't care.
Someday I'll go to Becker Park
as the sun is going down,
and when I've found the candy man
I'll put him in the ground.
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