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The Decemberists - On the Bus Mall lyrics
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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