Jersey Prophet Of The Light House On Mission Street

 

 

they found him under the piles

they found him lying there

they looked so hard and when they found

they found they no longer cared

the leading streets are getting bad

from the woods and the states

if you go on saying this ain’t sea-tac

it can quickly get there yet

and there corralling them down in old town

and their corralling them down in the streets

the embellished Arlo drifter

is at the lighthouse on mission street

they camped out by the courthouse

they camped out on city hall

they camped out in the winter

of which many will fall

and the mud of the bay gets deeper

like the darkness that rest upon her

but in the words of Jersey Prophet

that’s quick sand that ain’t mud

the hip black drop where the college kids stop

use to be a doughnut shop

and there’s a dog park now an offices

where an angel was lost

and glance down squalicum you’ll see

the darkness of the bay at noon

creeping past the harbor and tracks

kissing marine park’s dew

and there corralling them down in old town

and their corralling them down in the streets

the embellished Arlo drifter

is at the lighthouse on mission street

they camped out by the courthouse

they camped out on city hall

they camped out in the winter

of which many will fall

and the mud of the bay gets deeper

like the darkness that rest upon her

but in the words of Jersey Prophet

that’s quick sand that ain’t mud

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