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Frankenstorm Blues, Part II

Waves are pounding, water's covering the park.
Waves pounding, water's covering up that park.
Way this place is looking, I should've built Noah's Ark.

Wish I had a nickel, or maybe a thin dime.
Wish I had a single nickel or a thin and shiny dime.
Liquor store's open, sign says "Cash, one person in at a time."

Subways not running, can't get anywhere.
Subways all flooded, no one's going anywhere.
Anyplace you want to be, you better hope you're already there.

Refrigerators busted, elevators stuck on the ground.
Refrigerators busted, elevators just sitting on the ground.
Sump pumps growling, making some godawful sound.

Frankenstorm, what'd you come around here for?
Hey, Frankenstorm, what'd you come around this city for?
Take your wind and water, don't want you hanging round our door.


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