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On The Bus Mall
(专辑: Picaresque - 2005)
In matching blue raincoats, Our shoes were our show boats We kicked around. From stairway to station We made a
sensation With the
gadabout crowd. And oh, what a
bargain, We're two easy targets For the
old men at the
off-tracks, Who've paid in palaver And crumpled old dollars, Which we squirreled away In our rat trap hotel by the
freeway. And we slept-in Sundays. Your parents were anxious, Your cool was contagious At the
old school. You left without leaving A
note for your grieving Sweet mother, while Your brother was so cruel. And here in the
alleys Your spirits were rallied As you learned quick to make a
fast buck. In bathrooms and barrooms, On dumpsters and heirlooms, We bit our tongues. Sucked our lips into our lungs 'til we were falling. Such was our calling. And here in our hollow we fuse like a
family, But I
will not mourn for you. So take up your makeup And pocket your pills away. We're kings among runaways On the
bus mall. We're down On the
bus mall. Among all the
urchins and old Chinese merchants Of the
old town, We reigned at the
pool hall With one iron cue ball And we never let the
bastards get us down. And we laughed off the
quick tricks The
old men with limp dicks On the
colonnades of the
waterfront park. As 4
in the
morning came on, cold and boring, We huddled close In the
bus stop enclosure enfolding. Our hands tightly holding. But here in our hollow we fuse like a
family, But I
will not mourn for you. So take up your makeup And pocket your pills away. We're kings among runaways On the
bus mall. We're down On the
bus mall. We're down On the
bus mall. Down on the
bus mall. Oh ooh oh
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