Lower Eastside tourist, out of your depth Seem to need alcohol more than you need breath Drinking on the company, phony smile confusion Bone and blood illusion, where to go Happy you can't focus, no love at all Alcohol and exhaustion Hunger and revulsion What's beyond human? What's beyond moving? People come and people go Slip through your fingers Can't stop the flow Lower Eastside tourist: the trash you throw away Think someone will save you or stand in your way or watch your decay Turn into hunted prey or a dumb cliché People come and people go Drop in the ocean, drown in the flow Slam the door behind you Vaporizers, tranquilizers Leave your toys behind you For the light-house or for the blind spot Slam the door behind you and wear a blindfold, So you can't see yourself disappear People come and people go Decks loaded, watching the overflow People come and people go Drop in the ocean, drown in the flow