left to his own demise the so called
red one tended bar at fifth and central
his new converts sat on dusty bar stools
i drank three pitchers but shiit it tasted like
water they filmed dirty bar scenes there in downtown l a
i met freaks divine clowns and poets who wrote with

life sentences with no other concern but to cough from the
ciggs the l a smog fit the moon in my rooms in
skid row i shiit in heaven for twenty years
left with the so called so called red one the devil is
really a biitch all he could do was make quarter tips and a
whore who gave him lessons in spanish

I could imagine The Pogues singing those words...

WOW!!!

i felt like i was there on that street with you jimz.

and if i was....


i could have been the angry clown
with peach streaked cheeks

furiously pushing people legs
trying to find my red nose