For The Turnstiles

All the sailors with their seasick mamas Hear the sirens on the shore, Singin' songs for pimps with tailors Who charge ten dollars at the door. You can really learn a lot that way It will change you in the middle of the day. Though your confidence may be shattered, It doesn't matter. All the great explorers Are now in granite laid, (in Granite Lake?) Under white sheets for the great unveiling At the big parade. You can really learn a lot that way It will change you in the middle of the day. Though your confidence may be shattered, It doesn't matter. All the bushleague batters Are left to die on the diamond. In the stands the home crowd scatters For the turnstiles, For the turnstiles, For the turnstiles.