The Doors of the Lower East Side

You know the day divides the night, night divides the day but the doors divide the outside and the inside. Oh don't ask why. You know that I would be a liar, if I was to say to you that I'm a back door man. Strange days have found us today but maybe it's not the day but the people- people are strange but can't you see that I am not afraid.

I envision an LA woman walking out these doors, as she did one thousand times before; an actor out alone, like a dog without a bone.
Won't you tell me your name? Oh, Stanton Substation it is. Well, turn out the lights and save our city, save our city.
It's all over. This is the end. I'm goin' away.