HOOVER STREET Rancid She's a Salvadorian immigrant Head to a thin wall, a frail hooker Holding the corner walls Gleaming sky scrapers bunker he look down Laugh hysterically, and then he spread around In Hoover street then he must be alone The precious little, the kid cashed the woes Of a ... girl she kind of made you spill Her brother Mario got shot four times in da head You see poor Mario he caught a hot one Through the lung now he's done so god bless him The cocaine move to that system Like a river forever wounding To the last party of the under class There's just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last You see the marketplace has changed the weight of the scale You either get out and die or go to jail And your best intentions splitter and frail A few weeks of promise and attempts 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... They kick a bottle of beer and a letter Simple things made Mario feel better You see it falls on you and it falls on me Self annhilation, catastrophe Two packs of cigarettes For 2 dollars and 70 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 outta me He said: it's who i am baby back to it Off the deep end the record changed You see no one's stood up, and cheered for him Everyone sat down with something that happened Began to happen... It's an old school dormitory 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... Who was the killer? It's in the... Oh yeah!