For The Turnstiles

All the sailors

with their seasick mamas

Hear the sirens on the shore,

Singin' songs

for pimps with tailors

Who charge ten dollars

at the door.

You can really

learn a lot that way

It will change you

in the middle of the day.

Though your confidence

may be shattered,

It doesn't matter.

All the great explorers

Are now in granite laid,

Under white sheets

for the great unveiling

At the big parade.

You can really

learn a lot that way

It will change you

in the middle of the day.

Though your confidence

may be shattered,

It doesn't matter.

All the bushleague batters

Are left to die

on the diamond.

In the stands

the home crowd scatters

For the turnstiles,

For the turnstiles,

For the turnstiles.