Avenue of the Dead - The Accused

Take a nature walk

Downtown Eastside

The Avenue of the Dead

Rig in withered hand

Again and again

Flick it, flick it, flick it

Mount the ivory horse

Clustered in an alley

Shooting up, waiting for a John

A dark cloud on this city

No reason to care or live

Just survive to get another fix

On the Avenue of the Dead

So many people

In a place this city

Has just forgotten and left

To rot, to rot

Anyone can walk

Right by an undead pack getting high

So haunting and so bleak

Try to leave but keep

Coming back to get another fix

The Avenue of the Dead