Down On Terminal Street

I took a walk down terminal street last night

To see the ancient faces living there

I saw the sunken eyes of agony

And saw the desperate stations of despair

The madman waiting for the spirit girls to come

In a song well written but unsung

I saw the smiling wardens cracking down the noose

From which my drowning head was hung

Oh, down on terminal street

Oh, down on terminal street

The street cafe was closed to all but ghosts

Who glide the alleys searching for their lair

I heard a voice like winter call my name

Said very soon that I would join them there

And all the creatures born of ink and rage and lies

Crawled off my pan and ran across the page to die

Preservation was the term of their disease

Degradation is the term of their release

Oh, down on terminal street

Oh, down on terminal street

Oh yes, I'm down on terminal street tonight

Oh no, not down on terminal street tonight

Oh yes, down on terminal street tonight

Oh no, down on terminal street tonight

Oh yes, I'm down on terminal street tonight

Down terminal street!