Pizzeria

Pizzeria I still see 'ya
 Even though your history
 You used to sell me cigarettes
 When I was just a boy of eleventeen
 Your pepperoni and your garlic powder
 Were on my breath in my finest hour
 The night I sniffed the eight ball's power
 And got shocked into a man
 Pizzeria I still see 'ya
 Even though you turned Chinese
 I still hear your boombox blaring
 Rock and roll and air condition wheeze
 Your dollar slices and your backroom vices
 Were in my blood when I roll the dices
 The night I robbed the Italian ices
 And got picked up like a bitch
 Your Star Trek rolled up a shit TV
 And your phone kept ringing so desperately
 These yesterdays keep hanging round my neck
 Like rolled chains of gold Italia
 Jailhouses they come and go
 These tattooed girls drag me down so low
 But memories they stand the test of time
 Somehow, man, when all else fails you
 Pizzeria I still see 'ya
 Every summer on these evening streets
 Your counter guys in their platform boots
 They're just ghosts made of evening heat
 Your pizza boxes under halogen lights
 Stood like a castle in my eyes tonight
 Then it all collapsed when I took one bite
 Of Sweet and Sour #9