and she's buying a ladder to hell
look across the bridge
to the train
to the wheel
through the steel
and the rain
and the cross beam rivets
blue cold feel
grey sky wires
graffiti covered spars
where the wild ones deal
and the bad ones dwell
and paint their tags
while tourists take snaps
and the tag on the rail
lets you know too well
you’re climbing the ladder
to hell
