Alan’s House

 Alan’s House

 

There was beer on tap but it was warm               

The theme of the screams was don’t conform     

On stage in a rage the bands played a storm               

We were somewhat cooler than the norm                   

 

Hanging at Alan’s house what a treat

Memorial Day had never been so sweet

Hanging at Alan’s house on Forest Street

Hanging at Alan’s house life’s complete

 

Where are you going why the hurry?

There’s more to life than the next worry

Find a place in the sun let go have some fun

When tomorrow comes the day is done

 

Hanging at Alan’s house what a treat

Memorial Day had never been so sweet

Hanging at Alan’s house on Forest Street

Hanging at Alan’s house life’s complete

 

The landlords trying to evict Pam

Finance is a fancy word for a scam

When they want you to fight they’ll wave the flag

Meanwhile on stage the drummer’s in drag

 

Hanging at Alan’s house what a treat

Memorial Day had never been so sweet

Hanging at Alan’s house on Forest Street

Hanging at Alan’s house life’s complete

 

I have a radio show called the six degrees

I got shelves of records and I play what I please

When I say nuke the world it’s only satire

Peace on Earth is our unquenching desire

 

Slowly the sun sets in the gentle night

For every good thing there’s a grand fight

But for the moment we are lost in the show

Love is the answer that we all know

 

Hanging at Alan’s house what a treat

Memorial Day had never been so sweet

Hanging at Alan’s house on Forest Street

Hanging at Alan’s house life’s complete

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

All The Little Hombres

 All The Little Hombres

 

Across the sea America shines in hypocrisy                    

If you have sufficient cash you can be free                      

From the barrios and slums of the third world                 

They come to the oyster searching for the pearl               

 

All the little hombres in a circle smoking hash

All the little hombres want to get paid off in cash

There's Juan, Stan, Miguel and don’t forget Jose

All the little hombres work hard through the day

 

We scream the sacred dream that we call get rich quick

The diet of capitalism will make you sick

Blood and oil the dressings on the salad of war

Come be the foot soldiers of Babylon the Whore

 

All the little hombres in a circle smoking hash

All the little hombres want to get paid off in cash

There's Juan, Stan, Miguel and don’t forget Jose

All the little hombres work hard through the day

 

She says I love you with pornographic red lips

Slowly she struts swaying her sultry wide hips

Come on baby I’m down on my knees not to pray

But first to quench my thirst there’s a price to pay

 

All the little hombres in a circle smoking hash

All the little hombres want to get paid off in cash

There's Juan, Stan, Miguel and don’t forget Jose

All the little hombres work hard through the day

 

Fear of getting deported the pay is low

Freezing night stomach tight a hard blow

But there is both hatred and love to give

All the little hombres just want to live

 

Songs of revolution in their native tongue

Many years ago they were hungry naïve and young

Calloused hands crooked back their pockets empty

All the little hombres live a sad destiny

 

All the little hombres in a circle smoking hash

All the little hombres want to get paid off in cash

There's Juan, Stan, Miguel and don’t forget Jose

All the little hombres work hard through the day

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS