Lyrics

The sun sinks by the riverside Nico-pink, nicotine yellow Joker John is dead now You can hear his mumbled howl Within the sirens and the car alarms And the wind spitting in the grass The denizens of the waist-ground Another city 'neath the overpass A pity-path trodden in the mud A driftwood house by the slick river A withered arm holds a hand-row A glass eye and a game of marbles His last supper from a dumpster menu Scraped breakfast from his cheap teeth Had a truck-tied totem pole Blistered, all drunk, by his side Top [?] for a blanket Lit by a Molotov candle Sparked the rain with the splintered door [?] for a handle On the riverbank, a gathering Crabby shadows in the Stagecoach lies, vulture's wings Fluffy yapping like a dog might Scabby [?] [?] Jack and moondog too A rain beats on the visitors Headlock's gonna move a monsoon They're picking at Joker John's corpse To find his last will and testament [?] in his heirloom [?] crumbs for the residents