Those old blights
I mean ladies
Who hang out on the pier
Hear every single mistake
Their own children make
They try to collide and chide
Chucking pistachio shells over the side
While young
And not so young men
Watch for unsavory women throwing stones
And grinning
They flock upon a lass
Like a pack of albatross
But now it's October
All those people
They are gone, gone, gone
The sun now focuses its knife-like rays on brand-newroofs
In the break of dawn
The place was old, and fried, and dirty
There was broken glass as far as we could see
Even the salty water was unclean
I still remember the way you grabbed me
On the boardwalk, tenderly
I mean ladies
Who hang out on the pier
Hear every single mistake
Their own children make
They try to collide and chide
Chucking pistachio shells over the side
While young
And not so young men
Watch for unsavory women throwing stones
And grinning
They flock upon a lass
Like a pack of albatross
But now it's October
All those people
They are gone, gone, gone
The sun now focuses its knife-like rays on brand-newroofs
In the break of dawn
The place was old, and fried, and dirty
There was broken glass as far as we could see
Even the salty water was unclean
I still remember the way you grabbed me
On the boardwalk, tenderly
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