Scowling Crackhead Ian

	  		
Intro 
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Scowling crackhead Ian 
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I can't forget your face 
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You were a foul human being 
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Way back on St. Mark's Place 
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A white thug when we were both poor 
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A life struggling for one quarter more 
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In sixth grade that's what you'd mug me for 
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A switch blade pressed up to my jugular 
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So I feared for my next 
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Safe streets were few 
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My nerves grew wrecked near the Second Avenue 
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I soon learned how to steer clear of a crook or a crew 
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And now I'm still here 
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And look, so are you 


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Forever you've been crackhead Ian 
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It was your kid nickname if we spoke it 
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You were an insane human being 
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Whether you ever did or didn't really smoke it 

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I'd know that tall thin bent-over stroll 
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All sun burned and grim since ten or twelve years old 
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I guess yesterday is gone 
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Faces still intend our souls 
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An I guess both our mom's places are still on rent control 
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I was that wick, small, sad, sag, punier guy 
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You was as big, tall and bad back in junior high 
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No sight of someone's face has ever been scarier 
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You'd come chase me from Street Fighter One or Space Harrier 


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Hello again, crackhead Ian 
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I still can't forget your foul face 
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My fellow human being 
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I know we're both still planted on St. Mark's Place 
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We've lived our poor lives in close parallel 
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Within this four or five blocks we both know so well 
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You must have grew up near the former theater or old gross hotel 
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I'm sure you're aware of me here, but oh I can't tell 
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It seems you never outgrew your little preteen rage 
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I still see you look so mean though now we are middle-aged 
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I was eavesdropping last year at you laughing to tell 
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About bashing some dude with a chair till he fell 
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I slipped fast by you talking fear and our eyes would touch 
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Drifting past by new mornings that it all changed so much 
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I've never known your live story I'm sure it's rotten and tough 
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But how long before these roles for us have gotten old enough? 
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You must've had it so rough kid 
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Well I wonder 
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Forged by a tiny portion of love or fortune 
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Goes lightning or goes thunder 


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You're a bad one crackhead Ian 
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A sad son and sunburned pig 
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But of all the best kids seen downtown in our pre-teens 
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It's just you and me left I think 
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How long till you notice? 
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How long until you shake my hand? 
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How long until we're old man neighbours? 
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Last tribesmen of the vanished plant 


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We never even did exchange names 
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You were an evil kid from Hades 
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When we played these arcade games 
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That made life great in the 80's 
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Me and Ian 
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Me and Ian 
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Ryding into the night of an east-village dream 
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with these games in the street and the head and... 
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