Rancid - Hoover Street lyrics

She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin wall 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, the kid cashed/cast the woes Of a ? girl she kind of made you spill Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man And the c**aine moves too fast through their system Like a river forever winding To the last party of the under/loner cla** ? 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/fail And a few weeks of promises and attempts fail It's a gla**-pipe murder Gla**-pipe murder Oh yeah Gla**-pipe murder It's a gla**-pipe murder Oh yeah!!! (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) They kick a bottle of beer and a letter Simple (sip of?) 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 gla**-pipe murder Gla**-pipe murder Oh yeah Gla**-pipe murder It's a gla**-pipe murder Oh yeah!!! (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) (Oh yeah!!!) Who was the k**er?... it's in the...