Beer, tequila shots and cocaine Lifts the night like helium Blitzing across the junkies and whores That twitch and speed through the blinking lights While I stumble and fumble Trying to give an air of violence To keep from getting jumped From bar to bar Beer to beer Shot to shot All fueled by cocaine eyes Numbed nasal passage persuasion Strutting East Hastings In the shadows of steel-shuttered pawn shops The fascination and familiarity of poverty Keeping me coming back When I should be home Next to her warm body Instead of these cold East side streets.