In matching blue raincoats, 

Our shoes were our show boats 

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've paid in palaver 

And crumpled old dollars, 

Which we squirreled 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 were rallied 

As you learned quick to make a fast buck. 

In bathrooms and barrooms, 

On dumpsters and heirlooms, 

We bit our tongues. 

Sucked our lips into our lungs 

'til we were falling. 

Such was our calling. 



And here in our hollow we fuse like a family, 

But I will not mourn for you. 

So take up your makeup 

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 

Of 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-- 

The old men with limp dicks-- 

On the colonnades of the waterfront park. 

As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring, 

We huddled close 

In the bus stop enclosure enfolding. 

Our hands tightly holding. 



But here in our hollow we fuse like a family, 

But I will not mourn for you. 

So take up your makeup 

And pocket your pills away. 

We're kings among runaways 

On the bus mall. 

We're down 

On the bus mall. 

We're down 

On the bus mall. 

Down on the bus mall. 

Oh ooh oh