The Decemberists - On the Bus Mall lyrics
[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 spirit's 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
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 spirit's 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