Whiteboys wearing tatts at Venice Beach

I was down at Venice beach 
When a slither of the moon
Said "good evening"
Then disappeared behind  
The clouds into pitch dark 

And
 I lost
 my way 
In the car park 

Some young
 hoodlums, whiteboys 
Wearing tatts 
Came by to 
spit on me
 SPIT SPIT 

I felt
 grave 
I felt
 grave 
I felt
 grave
I felt
 grave
I felt
 grave 
I felt
 grave
I felt 
grave 
I felt
 grave 
I felt
 grave
I felt damn well 
 grave