On the Bus Mall - The Decemberists

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 till we were falling

Such was our calling

And here in our hovel we fuse like a family

But I will not mourn for you

So take off 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

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Our hands tightly holding

And here in our hovel we fuse like a family

But I will not mourn for you

So take off 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 oh