William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the
guess that's why it seemed like such a big event What we all call the Carroll County accident The wreck was on the highway just inside the line Walter
Hello, Carol - I'm depending on you Hello, Carol - I'm depending on you Like a flowing river Uh-huh-huh (true true) Uh-huh-huh (true true) My mama forsake
I sit around and think about all the times we shared All the time I wonder what you dream about Where you go and have been All the time You broke my
tell The truth about the Carroll County accident Cause the county ordered dead a marble monument I lost him in the Carroll County accident I lost him in the Carroll
Day and night, the shadows move too slowly From dark to light she promised she could know me Remember when, I watched her on the stairway She was drinkin
I smoke a cigarette As I wait in the bath And I wait for you For an hour and a half And I go to the window Where the sky falls down in rains And I look
Each night, they surround me With the lights and the microphones . . . With their bodies and the mile of cable Like a magic ring of bone Every night
By jim carroll and steve linsley You're passing, I hear your shadow through the door It's outlined on my shade Like a map of some foreign shore If I
I hitched a ride to a desert town (I never planned this trip) I saw my past in the sun like a tongue (that slowly dripped) People faced me with lazarus
They hit you with their papers when you're living On loan. they're the ones who say nothing when you Answer the phone. you see them in the alleys when
By jim carroll and lenny kaye I don't believe in sin But maybe I'll begin A vagrant evil's climbing up my skin The shadows from last week Are dancing
"Bobby died of leukemia. He got it two years ago, but had such a strong body. He was always the best at sports that he kept biding it off. They gave
The bell rings . . . It's a decade past my decadence My beast wears rings and he's waiting In the shadows of my hesitations, my silent Hesitations . . .