Howling Minds Of Hoboken West
Bleeding Hearts of a Subterranean Mess
A Mile Squared no innocence or dare
A home of drunks rich and poor
Lovers walk down the street
Dressed in fancy coats and act for show
Fags talking on porches
Sporting incandescent colored hats
I found my mind west
from where I had lost it before
The lonesome streets of Hoboken West
Walking as a bearded savior
Prophets are hard to find past 8th
Perhaps great spirits of the past
Whose hour has come too late
Dogs are monstrous beats
Flowers grow a shade darker than supposed
Hipsters walk shamefully dull
Dressed like queers without the glow
Irish Pirates landed without making history
Pirate Pollution left out on the west
Fag’s and Yuppies don’t mind
There paid the price when they took the test
Dancing and singing on the East
New stars only to fade
You’ll find me there for now
But in the end it will be the West.
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