Blues Beach

I was scrapin' bottom

Groping in the dark

It takes a crusty punk to really beat

The mean streets of Medicine Park

So I shifted left and out of town

Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to



Blues Beach, I'm frying

Sizzling in the merciful rays

And it's the long sad Sunday of the early resigned



I went to Central Station

To catch that early bus

They were gassed and runnin' in every which way

But unhappily not for us

Here come Trina