Well the cold has a hard time finding me
Unlike some folks I know
Yeah all the men down in union square
Are worried about the snow

When your pockets fill
With dollar bills
Your heart forgets to eat
Its a wicked thing
It owns this street

Yeah fix your boots or take me home says quick monique the freak
I need an easy dollar are you trick or are you treat
Well if she was six teeth younger and if I had half a mind
I’d carry her away from that wicked thing outside

Well I saw a carried bundle that has fingers eyes and toes
As a father of deception I have never raised a soul

It’s a purchase captured second hand and cherished more than gold
It’s a shelter from that wicked thing that wanders in the night

So fix your boots or take me home says quick monique the freak
I need an easy dollar are you trick or are you treat
Well if she was six teeth younger and if I had half a mind
I’d carry her away from that wicked thing outside

The water on the dirty streets has all but turned to ice
To pave the road for wicked things that wander in the night