Story Behind The Song

Recorded for the first Greggs Eggs Studio album

Song Description

A story-song about 2 old friends getting out of prison

Lyrics

Friday Hand was out of a job
hangin' out in the sun lookin' for love
along cam Israel Bond singin' "way to go" like a sad song
They happened to meet on Juniper Street

"Aye Aye Amigo, long time no see!"
"what cha doin' to make ends meet?"
"good to see you back on the street"

Hey, I wanna talk about the job they say went down in Detroit.
Tell the truth, look me straight in the eyes
did you confess under duress
or was the DA tellin' me lies?"

"Now, Israel, I had the same thought,
meant to put it to you.
Since you put it to me first,
I believe we can get to the truth."

"you look broke" said Israel Bond,
"and I could use a hand."
well, here's mine, shake said Friday,
let's throw together a band

God only knows what he's talkin' about
God only knows, but he tries
Friday Hand, out of a job
and Israel Bond on the fly

How'd you spend your time in the Detroit prison?
You know it seemed like a hundred years
I read a little and thought a lot.
Thought I had two scores to settle
now you got nothin to fear

Lolly was lost in jukebox light
swayin' to a rhythm band
not prepared for Israel Bond
much less Friday hand

She tried to smile but he
r eyes betrayed
the fear inside her heart Her pulse was like a hammer
that broke her mask apart

God only knows what she's thinkin' about
God only knows but she tries
Friday Hand out of a job
and Israel Bond on the fly

when lies are dealt to find the truth
that truth ain't worth a candle
but it's sweet to be on the street again,
and that's as much as I can handle

Lolly, lolly, you look so sweet
butter wouldn't melt on you
lolly lolly what I want to know
why'd you tell all you knew?
without waiting to hear he pulled his blade
I believe I'll carve my name on you

She screamed; damn your black soul, Israel Bond!
what do you expect me to be?
I only told them what I knew
after hearing all you told on me

I never told one word he said,
not one in all those years,
but just kept thinkin' when I got out
I'd wash my hands in your tears.

But open a bottle of sparkling wine
my last five will buy
that poison inside me was a sea
now that sea dry.

the law taken a lot more that it gives
when they take away your trust
A loss of time is one thing
but the other is the real bust

God only knows what thy're talkin' about
God only knows but they try
Friday hand out of a job
and Israel Bond on the fly