I'll take you to a Harlem sunset
A hypodermic through a park bench
Families picking rags at midnight
Washer-women in a hop den
Ankle-deep in mud and rubbish
Beggars dressed in broken fruit crates
Gnawing on a butcher’s apron
An orphan from a pawn shop window
Shackled to a fat man's rickshaw
An orgy in a burnt-out streetcar
A barricade of packed-up horseflesh
A bishop in a churchfront clip joint
Slips a mickey in the blood wine
Crippled hookers work the bread line
A tavern down below the subway
Whiskey from a pinetop coffin
Fifty cents to take the gaspipe
Guttersnipes in bloody top hats
Dropping bricks on cursing hunchbacks
Fingers poking through a steam grate
Why don't you just paint a picture?