Real Estate

You walked out of your world of fiction

Took the Muni to the mission

Conquistadors cruise Shotwell Street

Late night burritos, long-haired freaks

Gathered at the Chatterbox

Where joints are rolled and the monsters rock

You pushed your way back through the crowd

To lose these blues inside the loud

Someone’s getting drunk

Someone’s gonna fight

Will someone fall in love with you tonight?

Poet of the bathroom stall

And the champion of Kiss pinball

You ordered up your dollar beer

And the audience began to cheer

Brandishing a beat-up ax

She played power chords through Marshall stacks

vibrations up and down your back

Against the sticky wall

Oh the beauty of it all

Someone’s getting drunk

Someone’s gonna fight

Will someone fall in love with you tonight?

To Pop-a-wheelie, Cameltoe

NoFX and Short Dogs Grow

And all of us who came of age

Around that Johnny Thunders stage

Now dot coms rule the Golden Gate

Whole foods at Ashbury and Haight

And all the artists moved away

For there’s gold in them there real estate