Hoover Street Lyrics - Life Won't Wait - Rancid

She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin walls 

A frail hooker, holding her carnal walls 

Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down 

Laugh hysterically and then he spread around 

On Hoover Street, then he must be alone 

The precious little kid cashed the woes 

Salvadorian girl, she kind of made you spill 

Her brother Mario got shot four times in the head 

Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one 

Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man 

Cocaine moved through that system, like a river forever winding 

To the last party of the lower class 

Even distance, just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last 

Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale 

You either get out and die or go to jail 

And your best intentions splinter and frail 

And a few weeks of promises and attempts to fail 

It's a glass-pipe murder 

Glass-pipe murder, oh yeah 

Glass-pipe murder 

It's a glass-pipe murder, oh yeah 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah 

They kick a bottle of beer and a letter 

Simple things made Mario feel better 

You see it falls on you and it falls on me 

Self-annihilation, catastrophe 

Two packs of cigarettes 

For two dollars and seventy cents 

And a bottle of wine that's been opened 

And he said, "Why do I do this?" 

A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC 

Not encouraging reality or me 

He said, "It's who I am, baby, back to it" 

Off the deep end the record changed 

You see, no one stood up and cheered for him 

Everyone sat down with something that happened 

Began to happen 

It's an old school dorm mystery 

And the handcuffs bleed 

It's a glass-pipe murder 

Glass-pipe murder, oh yeah 

Glass-pipe murder 

It's a glass-pipe murder, oh yeah 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah 

Who was the killer? It's in the 

Oh yeah, oh yeah 

Oh yeah, oh yeah 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah