Immigrant Songs

I was the driver of the guests To your party, to your party I was the baker of the sweets For your party, for your party I was the singer of the songs At your party, at your party All of the tune you wanted to hear Happy to you, depressing to me Written as calls to revolution Funneling down, a cent hits the ground I'm dreaming of a melody That goes up A song about love? This song we sing won't be for you Never again No, never again No, never again Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la You think of me as only a child Ancestors are my muscles and bones Kindness is all I needed from you But you think we're in your house But you think we're in your house But you think we're in your house You are mistaken, you are mistaken I'm dreaming of a melody That goes up A song about love? This song we sing Won't be for you Never again No, never again No, never again Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la