Crapehanger by Evan Schafer Lyrics

On La Brea
I saw it on the television
From window shopping
All these people

Up on midnight
I saw it on the telegram notice
From quirks and posts in
All these visionaries

Gone down Venice
Right on over Pico
The folks with no home wish
For all these instigators

Versions of this world
Hopeless comfort isn’t truth
No matter how close we get
I wish I were starving

So there were no excuse
But to take me out
And maybe if I’m lucky
This date won’t be so terrible