Rockefeller Druglaw Blues Songtext
von The Felice Brothers

The exhaust from the prison van is going to heaven
But I′m going to Attica
Gonna put a hundred miles between me and my dealing habit
I'm watching Poughkeepsie move by in the afternoon rain
My hands are turning blue from these cuffs they got me in

I tried to keep my job at the dollar store
Found out my mom was sick and a dollar wasn′t enough no more
I promise you, mama, I'mma get you them pills
I got me a box of bags and a baker's scale

15 grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
15 years to life
Rockefeller, Rockefeller
Rockefeller, that′s a long old time


My brother was shot down on Warren Street, a year ago tonight
Can′t you see the medics with his body in the siren light?
I promise you, brother, I'm gonna be a good dad
I′mma give our children something like we never had

15 grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
15 years to life
Rockefeller, Rockefeller
Rockefeller, that's a long old time

20 boys in orange clothes in the jailhouse yard
20 needle-marks on the arms of God
500 picketers this morning on the governor′s lawn
50 white stars, my darling, in the milky dawn

15 grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
15 years to life
Rockefeller, Rockefeller
Rockefeller, that's a long old time