Oh Danny Boy, the Pipe the Pipe is calling From the heart of Geary all the way to The Powell Station steps. Summer is knocking and all your friends Are crying, and those not dead Will be a-dying yet. I hear your name drift in through my window Some man is calling for you out loud, I draw the curtains and I realize Oh Danny Boy, it is you calling for yourself. I am here hiding in the shadows With a can of mace and a fully charged stun gun And if you ever get the notion To chase me Danny, boy I cannot promise I will run. Why don't you go and call your mother? She sits crying and speaking of the shame Remembering the time that you robbed her And hit her when she wouldn't give up her pin. Oh Danny boy, the love roses they are scattered Paper petals soggy on the smeary streets Freed from the pipes that they inhabit Waiting to be sold in the headshops to the freaks. Danny, oh Danny Boy why are you calling At the crack of dawn, and at the end of day? Why do you cry your own name so frequently? Oh Danny Boy are you trying to see if you call back A fraction of the man you used to be? There is a war raging on these dark streets. There's a war, Danny, a war inside your head. There's a war and all of us are fighting: We cannot even sleep safe within our beds. And Ill be here watching as summer comes on slowly As the days lengthen and the heat brings in the haze And I will see if you can summon Some balls to do something better with your days. And if you stumble or you come across A bag which completely explodes your heart And you can't make it to the ER in time Oh Danny boy, I guess it will be a new start. By and by I will see you, on that Golden Shore That all of us must see, That is unless Danny while you are cracked out You do something awful And end up regretting eternity. Oh Danny Boy, the Pipe, the Pipe is calling From Franklin all the way to Grant, And you will spend today a walking The Tenderloin Oh Danny boy I wish our paths could part!