a meat wagon in the shadow of a tenement block   you got the pigs up in the stairwell   asking questions and taking down names   i say "that boy had a mean streak   i aint trying to be mean    hes just easy to hate   he had a spike in his veins for a number of years   its all cold memory now   he tells me that he has gone clean   a black white tv set up the back of his head   that shatters and shutters   but wont never go dead      that boy had it down   holier than thou   though he was dumber than a bag of hammers   i didnt know   hed pull the trigger   with his left big toe      well he shaved off his hair   leaving only the eyes in his head   and a hole for a mouth   that looked more like an asshole i swear   he never had no family hed sit up on the ledge   staring up at a moon that died in the nights arms   to keep watch like a ghost on his heart   in its throws and its calms      well it aint how you fall its how you land   id remind him...'life has its lessons'hed say   ill come good once i figure to learn them   i kicked junk with the bottle   now its merely a teething concern   he would tell me   but i had my doubts   a 13th floor bedsit a kitchen a couch   the only ways down   cause the bottom youll find   is much clearer to the eye than the top is the other way round"