This lyric is: #365

don’t bother going home
(in key of c, with a jazz rap groove)

don’t bother going home there’s a leopard living on your lounge
once a pussycat, a sweet little purrer....pprrrrrr
don’t bother going home there are spots on the carpet so deep
too deep for you, the type you’d fall through, or even catch

don’t bother going home there’s a trampoline on your bed
bound to throw you out, way out, get out!
you may very well land on that needle in a haystack

incidentally...that is all that’s left of your garden
aside from a few weeds & fungi tops
but don’t bother looking under those, no fairies under there
no fairies anywhere
the dream dried up in the heat of it all
heat of it all

& don’t bother looking in there are blinds on her eyes
the bars are down too
& don’t bother talking, there’s nothing left to say
now the text is smudged all over the walls
& those photos are bleeding nostalgic monotony
& seeping through all

your framed insect collection has come alive!
now there’s nothing but the sound of pinned wails
pinned wails & twitching leopard tails
crawling their way through corridors
echo sirens warning ‘don’t go there’

if you go home stay on your guard
that soldier’s come back from the war
he’s limbless & blind but you know he’s still a crackshot!
if you go home, go well armed - a torch might help – no – don’t bother come to think of it
your hose has been hacked, it’s no wonder the terrapin died – and the rose

furthermore....the oxygen has been cut off
pay the bill! though it’s too late really
now that love has been sucked down the plughole
the noise of which awoke the neighbours so you’ve been evicted anyhow
just don’t bother...love has been sucked down the plughole
the dream dried up in the heat of it all heat of it all


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]