Steal Smoked Fish Across the Burnside Bridge before anyone shot their movies there We hid from the whipping rain when we had run out of cocaine Dispatch down to Plaid Pantry, two on point and two on sentry Ah, the joys that the lesser days bring make you throw back your heads and sing God bless all petty thieves with tins of oysters up their sleeves Feast when you can and dream when there's nothing to feast on Across a different bridge today, over the river and down Broadway Feels so good to have you here, some of you will be dead next year I see your destinies above you like angels who don't love you Let them kiss you and hold you tight as long as the money's right God bless all my old friends, and God bless me too, why pretend? Feast when you can and dream when there's nothing to feast on God bless the guys from my old neighborhood Gone past the point where any blessings can do them any good Attach the C4 where you must, disappear in a cloud of dust But spare a thought for what it covers up, pour a triple and raise your cup We were here once, me and my friends, but we destroyed all of the evidence And vanished into the night, at least we got that one right God bless us, all of us, we who learn to shun the light God bless all vampires every night Feast when you can Feast when you can Feast when you can Feast when you can transcribed by zeepilote@gmail.com