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 To rot, to rot Anyone can walk Right by an undead pack getting high So haunting and so bleak Try to leave but keep Coming back to get another fix The Avenue of the Dead
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