Jeffrey Lewis & Los Bolts - Scowling Crackhead Ian lyrics

Scowling crackhead Ian I can't forget your face You were a foul human being way back on saint marks place A white thug when we were both pour A life struggling for one quarter more In sixth grade that's what you'd mug me for A switch blade pressed up to my jugular So I feard for my next Save streats were few My nerves grew recked near the second avenue I soon learned how to steer clear of a crook or a crew And know I'm still here And look so are you Forever you've been crackhead Ian It was your kid nickname if we spoke it You were an insane human being Whether you ever did or didn't really smoke it I'd know that tall thin brand overstroll All sun burned and grimm since ten or twelve years old I guess yesterday is gone Faces still intend our souls An I guess both our mom's places're still on rent controll I was that wick,small,sad,sag,punier guy You was as big,tall and bad back in junior high No sight of someone's face has ever been scarrier You'd come chase me from street fighter one or space harrier Hello again, crackhead Ian I still can't forget your foul face My fellow human being I know we're both still planted on saint-marks place We've lived our pour lifes in close parallel Within this four or five blocks we both know so well You must have grew up near the former theater or old groce hotel I'm sure you're aware of me here But oh I can't tell It seems you never outgrew your little greedy enrage I still see you look so mean though now we are middle-aged I was used dropping last year at you loughing to tell About bashing some dude with a chair till he fell I slipped fast by you talking fear in our eyes would touch Drifting past by new mornings that it all changed so much I've never known your live story sure it's rotten and though But hoe long before these roles for us have gotten old enough You must've had it so rough kid Well I wonder Forged by a tiny portion of love or fortune Goes lightning or goes thunder You're a bad one crackhead Ian A sad son and sun burned big But of all the best kids seen downtown in our pre-team It's just you and me left I think How long till you notice How long untill you shake my hand How long untill we're old man-neighbours Last tribe's man of the vanished plant We never even did exchange names You were an evil kid from Hades When we played these arcade games That made life grate in the 80's Me and Ian Me and Ian Ryding into the night of an east-village dream with these games in the street and the head and...