On The Bus Mall - The Decemberists

Recorded for a friend. Such amazing storytelling by frontman Colin Meloy.

'In matching blue raincoats, our shoes were our showboats 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 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 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 four 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 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'

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