Davie Treats

If you really want to know
How far a paycheck reaches,
Journey to Davie Street and see its features.
If you think you may have missed the flow
Of the human wreckage up to now,
Well, Davie will show you the undertow.
Davie doesn't have the old rigmaroles,
The middle class of Christmas's past,
Only the roles that serve to get by.
And if you feel that you must stand out,
On Davie that's what it's all about.
Here, every night,
Somebody's circus opens with the evening.
Somebody's taken apart,
Somebody's rifled a heart,
Somebody's thought they were smart,
Somebody's baby has gotten their start.
Between the topless towers and the False Creek zone,
Little Helen and Paris - pornographic clones -
Manufacture their lives in the belief
That they can create an Elysian wonderland
With their erogenous zones, and not court grief.
In a city put together like Frankenstein's toy.
The Jekyll's and the Hyde's - perverted social isolates -
Get their Davie treats by
Fondling the young girls and young boys.
But as long as all the franchises are under their surrealistic bubbles,
And forgetting is easy under a translucent dome,
Then tomorrow's time enough for the trouble at home.
On Davie, what its all about is the molesting of the lost and alone.
And who can they really trust
In this world of fast foods and Hollywood drugs
That substitutes excess in place of a hug?
Until all that left for them to feel is disgust.
Until all we give to them is our sperm and our hate.
Until we are the merchants, merchandising their fates.
We reduce them to commerce, then call them obscene;
We syphon their bodies, then ravish their dreams.
At the ends of Granville Street
They're dealing for the land and the dollar.
In the mall it's for the call boy or call girl.
Under the farcical dream signs at the movie house,
Cops and kids play cat and mouse.
So, do you really want to know
How far a paycheck reaches?
On Davie they call the juveniles "nickel peaches."
So, if you're looking to the west young man,
Be equipped to be a one-night stand.
And if you want to come out, young dame,
Well, this is going to be a very different type of prom.
So, if you look at the city's core,
You may see something dark and drear.
At least, it should be very clear,
Vancouver's a dismal den of fear.