On the Bus Mall

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 squirelled 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 will rally
 As you learn quick to make a fast buck
 In bathrooms and barrooms
 On dumpsters and heirlooms
 We bit our tongues
 Sucked our lips into our lungs
 Because we were falling
 Such was our calling
 And here in our hovel
 But I will not mourn for you
 So take up your make-up
 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
 At 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
 And the old men with limp dicks
 On the colonnades at 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
 And here in our hovel
 We fuse like a family
 But I will not mourn for you
 So take up your make-up
 And pocket your pills away
 We're kings among runaways
 On the bus mall
 We're down on the bus mall