Beach Boys

Somehow I must love the pain The hollow earth, on it the sound of rain Burn my home Burn my shoes Burn down the glorified Home of the Blues Wake up! Don't be slow Drunken sailors are blockin' up the main road They're up in arms, reeling on their feet Or millin' round, they're marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Say my name low and sweet Then you'll go away, we'll never meet In awhile I'll be there too, standing in the rain Marchin' on the home of the blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the.... Nobody can feel all the things that we feel And nobody knows how it is always leaving and never to go Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin' on the Home of the Blues Marchin on the Home of the.... --- Beach Boys - Pere Ubu