For the Turnstiles

All the sailors with their seasick mamas

Hear the sirens on the shore

Singing songs for pimps with tailors

Who charge ten dollars at the door

And you can really learn a lot that way

It'll change you in the middle of the day

Though your confidence may be shattered

It doesn't matter

And all the great explorers

Are now in granite laid

Under white sheets for the great unveiling

At the big parade

And you can really learn a lot that way

It'll change you in the middle of the day

Though your confidence may be shattered

It doesn't matter

All the bush league batters

Are left to die on the diamond

And in the stands

The home crowd scatters

For the turnstiles

For the turnstiles

For the turnstiles

For the turnstiles