Take a nature walk
Downtown Eastside
The Avenue of the Dead

Rig in withered hand
Again and again
Flick it, flick it, flick it

Mount the ivory horse

Clustered in an alley

Shooting up, waiting for a John
A dark cloud on this city
No reason to care or live

Just survive to get another fix
On the Avenue of the Dead


So many people
In a place this city
Has just forgotten and left

To rot, to rot

Anyone can walk

Right by an undead pack getting high
So haunting and so bleak
Try to leave but keep

Coming back to get another fix
The Avenue of the Dead