to all the sons and daughters
of the boulevard
who learned to go without sleep
and to hide all the scars
who believed in the vagrant
on hollywood and vine
when he said a mile of gold
won't buy you an inch of time

we made everything we have
out of nothing at all
way back when marijuana
was against the law
we were always outnumbered
we were always outmanned
went down a road of ruin
but here we stand

i remember when sex was dirty
and the air was clean
and everything worth knowing
was in a magazine