Hoover Street

She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin walls 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 kid cashed the woes Salvadorian girl, she kind of made you spill Her brother Mario got shot four times in the head Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man Cocaine moved through that system, like a river forever winding To the last party of the lower cla*s Even 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 And a few weeks of promises and attempts to fail It's a gla*s-pipe murder Gla*s-pipe murder, oh yeah Gla*s-pipe murder It's a gla*s-pipe murder, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah They kick a bottle of beer and a letter Simple 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*s-pipe murder Gla*s-pipe murder, oh yeah Gla*s-pipe murder It's a gla*s-pipe murder, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Who was the killer? It's in the Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah