She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin walls   A frail hooker, holding her carnal walls   Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down   Laugh hysterically and then he spread around      On Hoover Street, then he must be alone   The precious little kid cashed the woes   Salvadorian girl, she kind of made you spill   Her brother Mario got shot four times in the head      Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one   Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man   Cocaine moved through that system, like a river forever winding   To the last party of the lower class      Even distance, just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last   Now see the market place has changed 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      They kick a bottle of beer and a letter   Simple things made Mario feel better   You see it falls on you and it falls on me   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 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 old school dorm 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      Oh yeah, oh yeah   Oh yeah, oh yeah   Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah   Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah