Hoover Street

She's a Salvadorian immigrant, hear her through thin walls A frail hooker, holding up corner walls Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down Laughed hysterically and L.A. spread around On Hoover Street, the human spirit longs And precious little could keep [?] [?] Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in the head You see poor Mario, he caught a hot one Through the lung, now he's done, so God bless him And the cocaine moved through that system Like a river forever winding To the main body of the under class Even disenfranchised kids don't wanna finish last You see the market place will check the weight of the scale You either get out and die or go to jail And your best intentions splinter and frail And a few weeks of promises and attempts to fail It's a glass-pipe murder Glass-pipe murder, oh yeah Glass-pipe murder It's a glass-pipe murder, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah He takes a bottle of beer and it let up Sipping things made Mario feel better You see it falls on you and it falls on me Self-annihilation, catastrophe Two packs of cigarettes For two dollars and seventy cents And a bottle of wine that's been opened And he said, "Why do I do this?" A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC Not encouraging reality to me He said, "It's who I am, bring me back to it" Off the deep end, [?] You see, no one stood up and cheered for him Everyone sat back waiting for something to happen Again, to happen It's an old schoolyard mystery And the handcuffs bleed It's a glass-pipe murder Glass-pipe murder, oh yeah Glass-pipe murder It's a glass-pipe murder, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Who was the killer?