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...