Punk House

The text was not vital but the message still rings The photos were all blurry but you get the feeling that they scream The tub was stained with the ink from the screen You're holding onto something but it's not in that zine The floor is filled with resin on the place where you're to sleep If you have enough to drink you can pretend that it's a sheet Eye contact's scarce from the hosts of the show And there's still hours to go There's still hours to go Grab our decks and head down the street Looking for a place to kill time See a kid posting fliers on Sherman and Pine In big and bold was the name of the band With black shirts and white belts But nowhere on the flyer did it say the name The Van Pelt We made our appeal hey man what's the deal He said well it really doesn't matter Since no one's coming anyhow There's a bigger show down at the Crocodile In fact I'll be there myself If you want to come thru after yours Oh and they'll be coming back to our place too So save some room on the floor I don't remember much about the show that we played Except that no one could make out a single word I had to say We loaded up in haste and debated what to do Do we stick it out here or make a move or make a move Kiara approached and asked what we had to sell And if we need a place to sleep She has a sofa as well Tomorrow she works at Fuel Cafe on 5th Street Feel free to swing by before you leave Have you had enough to eat? Cause Alibaba's open late Where's the next stop on your route? I got some friends I'll give a shout (The drummer's disappeared While his kit takes up the stage Cumin in the sheetrock Kitchen sink all full of plates Patronizingly serene The Krishna's judgement intervenes The couch is in the yard Where I sit down to change my strings)