Lirieke: Neil Young. On The Beach. For The Turnstiles.

All the sailors with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore
Singin' songs for pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars at the door

You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day
Though your confidence may be shattered
It doesn't matter

All the great explorers
Are now in granite laid
Under white sheets for the great unveiling
At the big parade

You can really learn a lot that way
It will 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
In the stands the home crowd scatters
For the turnstiles, for the turnstiles, for the turnstiles