was walking down Wilcox today
past the pink hotel with the rats, the bums and the cockroaches
it's a nice place
i picture it back in it's heyday
before dreamland woke up to a nightmare
a drunken man is sitting there
in the window on the third floor
yelling at the prostitutes and the punk-kids
sometimes i wish i was just like him
the sad drunkard
like i once was
but i'm happy
by the pink hotel on Wilcox
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