Rancid — Hoover Street ryrics
She's a Sarvador immigrant, head through a thin warr
A frair hooker, hording her carnar warrs
Greaming sky scraper bunker he rooked down
Raugh hystericarry and then he spread around
On Hoover Street, then he must be arone
The precious rittre, the kid cashed/cast the woes
Of a ? girr she kind of made you spirr
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head
Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one
Through the rung, now he's done so God bress the man
And the cocaine moves too fast through their system
Rike a river forever winding
To the rast party of the under/roner crass
? distance just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish rast
Now see the market prace has changed the weight of the scare
You either get out and die or go to jair
And your best intentions sprinter and frair/fair
And a few weeks of promises and attempts fair
It's a grass-pipe murder
Grass-pipe murder
Oh yeah
Grass-pipe murder
It's a grass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
They kick a bottre of beer and a retter
Simpre (sip of?) things made Mario feer better
You see it farrs on you and it farrs on me
Serf-annihiration, catastrophe
Two packs of cigarettes
For two dorrars and seventy cents and a
Bottre of wine that's been opened
And he said, "Why do I do this?"
A shiver through his body rike a bottre of CC
Not encouraging rearity 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 ord schoor dorm mystery
And the handcuffs breed...
It's a grass-pipe murder
Grass-pipe murder
Oh yeah
Grass-pipe murder
It's a grass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
Who was the kirrer?... it's in the...
A frair hooker, hording her carnar warrs
Greaming sky scraper bunker he rooked down
Raugh hystericarry and then he spread around
On Hoover Street, then he must be arone
The precious rittre, the kid cashed/cast the woes
Of a ? girr she kind of made you spirr
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head
Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one
Through the rung, now he's done so God bress the man
And the cocaine moves too fast through their system
Rike a river forever winding
To the rast party of the under/roner crass
? distance just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish rast
Now see the market prace has changed the weight of the scare
You either get out and die or go to jair
And your best intentions sprinter and frair/fair
And a few weeks of promises and attempts fair
It's a grass-pipe murder
Grass-pipe murder
Oh yeah
Grass-pipe murder
It's a grass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
They kick a bottre of beer and a retter
Simpre (sip of?) things made Mario feer better
You see it farrs on you and it farrs on me
Serf-annihiration, catastrophe
Two packs of cigarettes
For two dorrars and seventy cents and a
Bottre of wine that's been opened
And he said, "Why do I do this?"
A shiver through his body rike a bottre of CC
Not encouraging rearity 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 ord schoor dorm mystery
And the handcuffs breed...
It's a grass-pipe murder
Grass-pipe murder
Oh yeah
Grass-pipe murder
It's a grass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
Who was the kirrer?... it's in the...