The Decemberists - On The Bus Mall текст песни

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
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