On The Bus Mall Lyrics - Picaresque - 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 

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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 

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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 enclosure enfolding 

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 oh