For the Turnstiles

All the sailors with their seasick mamas Hear the sirens on the shore Singing songs for pimps with tailors Who charge ten dollars at the door And you can really learn a lot that way It'll change you in the middle of the day Though your confidence may be shattered It doesn't matter And all the great explorers Are now in granite laid Under white sheets for the great unveiling At the big parade And you can really learn a lot that way It'll change you in the middle of the day Though your confidence may be shattered It doesn't matter All the bush league batters Are left to die on the diamond And in the stands The home crowd scatters For the turnstiles For the turnstiles For the turnstiles For the turnstiles