Rancid:Hoover Street

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Hoover Street
Artist: Rancid
Albums: Life Won't Wait (1998)
Composers: Tim Armstrong

She's a Salvadorian immigrant, heard through her thin walls
A frail hooker, whoring in corner walls
A gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down
Laugh hysterically and then he spin around

In Hoover Street, the human spirit looms
The precious little, the kid cashed the woes
Of a tiny girl, she kind of made you spill
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in the head

Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one
Through the lung, now he's done, so God bless 'em man
The cocaine moves through that system
Like a river forever winding

To the last party of the lower class
Even disadvantaged kids 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 fail

It's a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder
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Glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
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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's been opened
And he said, "why do I do this?"

A shiver through his body like a violent CC
Not encouraging reality or me
He said, "it's who I am baby, back to it"
Off the deep end with wreckage in it

You see, no one stood up and cheered for him
Everyone sat down waited for something to happen, again
...to happen
It's an old school dorm mystery and the handcuffs bleed

It's a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!

Who was the killer?
It's in the...

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