We Gotta Leave

Ooh we gotta leave Ooh we gotta leave To the empty lot With the detritus and vagaries of history Where the pizzo built its palace with stolen tapestries Before the commies come divide Into gray travesties Ooh we gotta leave gotta leave Ooh we gotta leave gotta leave To the empty lot With the hermit crabs, romantics, and the left behind Where industry leaked its residure of mercury Before the yuppies come and calle the new place Factory Because every description becomes a prescription Every prescription becomes a restriction Every restriction becomes a constriction That twists that which it was until it contradicts Ooh we gotta leave Ooh we gotta leave To the empty lot Niles from the memories of Cafe Florent Where the days became the nights and the nights the days Where we drank coffee spiked with gin with the aging drag queens Who whittled away the hours talking how the neighborhood's changed I walked around the cemetery Sifting through old plots Brushing aside shrubs and tetanus beds Filling in the spaces, and you thought I was crazy "They're all dead," you said But that's besides the point, you misread The poets wax about what once was While the dreamers dream of what will be Neither one able to see That the in-between is the only time with which we can ally Because every description becomes a prescription Every prescription becomes a restriction Every restriction becomes a constriction That twists that which it was until it contradicts Ooh we gotta leave Ooh we gotta leave