From A Few Streets Ove
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From a few streets over, before the sun goes down
You can hear it coming closer to this dislocated shoulder
Of an old and crooked town
That's when the ice cream van rolls around
But in the land of plenty the money here is tight
And the children here are many, if you do have any
You will park his van outside
There waits the ice cream man with the cold dark eyes
For tonight a rock well summer, a world of Dick and Jane
And how it makes you shudder like you used to hide from thunder
When you hear him coming down the lane
You condemn the ice cream man to the world of flame
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
A sickly sweet wind's blowing across the fields of hell
Licorice nights unfolding, a gravesite corroded
Old and burnt out carousel
There lies the ice cream man, the devil treats him well