So I passed you in the evening on a flight of decayed stairs, Decadence prevailing badly, bums and hookers looking scarce, In the hallway by the lightbulb, by the rusted mailbox wall, I saw multitudes of rodents keeping court amid the humans, wretched remains of us all.
I had thought to say good evening or perhaps ask you for tea But instead I hid for shelter inside hallway number B Because Lynn, Gertrude and Misty told me dearly one fine day, When in trouble or aroused knock three times, then hold your breath We'll come rescue you from evil, and deliver you to death With our needles with our vodka with our pills and thrills and groins You'll forget about all poets and be free from the reform You'll be dangerously shining, you'll be desperately charming and a friend who rolls our joints.