Besedila: Rancid. Hoover Street.

She is a salvadorian immigrant, head through a thin wall
A frail hooker, holding a conor wall
Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down
Laugh hysterically and then he spread around
On Hoover Street, then he must be alone
The precious little kid cashed/cast the woes
Of a girl she kindof made you spill
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head
Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one, through the lung
Now he's done so god bless him
And the cocaine moves through their system
Like a river forever wandering
To the last party of the loner class
Just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last
Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale
You either get out and die or go to jail
And your best intentions splinter and fail
And a few weeks of promises and intentions fail
It's a glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
Oh Yeah It's a glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
OOOHHH YYYEEEAAAHHH!
They kick a bottle of beer and a letter
Simple things made Mario feel better
You see it falls on you and it falls on me self-annihilation, catastrophe
Two packs of cigarettes for $2.70 and a bottle of wine that's been opened
And he said, why do I do this
A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC
Not encouraging reality or me
He said it's who I am being back to it
Off the deep end the record changed
You see, no one stood up and cheered for him
Everyone sat down with something that happened
Began, to happen
It's an old school dorm mystery and the handcuffs bleed
It's a glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder Oh Yeah
It's a glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
OOOHHH YYYEEEAAAHHH!
Who was the killer.... it's in the...