singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller
There's a rainbow up above
The houses of incest,
There's a Oklahoma sunset
Shining on the sunken grave;
You can hear the crickets sing
To the folks on thorazine,
As the cops all take the the time to teach
The bums how to behave.
Hear the humming in the telephone wire,
There's a mockingbird in the tree outside;
See the housecat flip her tail in the sunny windowseat,
Oh give me that good old fashioned
Home town country pride.
Turn a blind eye
To the police sketches,
Turn a blind eye
While taking back the night;
Turn a blind eye
And you and I
We'll forget about it all;
Turn a blind eye
And let's go to the mall.
The marching band is playing
While the frat boys all throw up,
There's an old man singing
In the garbage pile;
And the kids all run away
And they haunt the streets like strays,
And the strays are just greasy spots
Up and down the miles.
Wish upon a star in the evening,
See the sunflowers in the morning dew;
Oh the cover band's all right,
We can dance and drink all night;
Oh I hope the Russians love their kids
Just like we love you.
Turn a blind eye
To the burning crackhouse,
Turn a blind eye
While they drag the lake;
Turn a blind eye
And you and I
We'll forget about it all,
Turn a bind eye
And let's go to the mall.