Rancid - Hoover Street Lyrics

She's a Salvadorian immigrant, hear her through thin walls
A frail hooker, holding down corner walls
Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down
Laugh hysterically at L.A. spread around

On Hoover Street, the human spirit longs
The precious little, the kid crashed the walls
Salvadorian girl, she kind of made your spill
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times down the hill

Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one
Through the lung, now he's done so God bless him and
Cocaine moved through vast systems, like a river forever winding.
to the main body of the under class

Even disenfranchised kids don't wanna finish last
Now see the market place will check 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 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!!!)

He takes a bottle of beer and a letter
Simple things made Mario feel better
You see it falls on you and it falls on me
It's 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 to me
He said, "It's who I am bring me back to it."
Off the deep and wreckage in it

You see, no one stood up and cheered for him
Everyone sat back waiting for something to happen
again... to happen
It's an old school whodunit 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...