Mystery Kids
Marcellino Casanova
Little Angel from Laslow Street
Cinderella, she’s a crossover
She got no father in her history
She got no good life
She got no love life
She got no future
Got no hopes or dreams
In the cool world
In the cruel world
You’re a number
You’re a mystery
Who are the mystery, mystery kids
The mystery kids, who are
The mystery, mystery kids
The mystery, mystery kids
I remember, it was late December
Crazy Michael, down on Jefferson Street
Johnny-one-arm, he’s holding one hand
With his sister, it was bittersweet
She got no good life
They got no love life
Got no future
Got no hopes or dreams
In the cool world
In the cruel world
You’re a number
You’re a mystery
Who are the mystery, mystery kids
He’s such a mystery kid
DOOM-DOOM-DOOM
I climb six flights
To the tenement heights
And there ain’t no lights
In the darkest of nights
And the piss-stench smell
In the black stairwell
With the William Tell Overture
In the background
And across the floor
I see two big rats
In a world like that
They can’t take anymore
They can’t take it…
Come on let’s go
The mystery kids