The Decemberists - On The Bus Mall Lyrics
In matching blue raincoats,our shoes were our show boatswe kicked around.From stairway to stationwe made a sensationwith the gadabout crowd.And oh, what a bargain,we’re two easy targetsfor the old men at the off-tracks,who’ve paid in palaverand crumpled old dollars,which we squirreled awayin our rat trap hotel by the freeway.And we slept-in Sundays.Your parents were anxious,your cool was contagiousat the old school.You left without leavinga note for your grievingsweet mother, whileyour brother was so cruel.And here in the alleysyour spirits were ralliedas 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 makeupand pocket your pills away.We’re kings among runawayson the bus mall.We’re downon the bus mall.Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchantsof the old town,we reigned at the pool hallwith one iron cue balland 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 closein 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 makeupand pocket your pills away.We’re kings among runawayson the bus mall.We’re downon the bus mall.We’re downon the bus mall.Down on the bus mall.oh ooh oh
