Take a nature walk
Downtown Eastside
The Avenue of the Dead
Rig in withered hand
Again and again
Flick it, flick it, flick it
Mount the ivory horse
Clustered in an alley
Shooting up, waiting for a John
A dark cloud on this city
No reason to care or live
Just survive to get another fix
On the Avenue of the Dead
So many people
In a place this city
Has just forgotten and left