Viva

In the vicious flares Of the mad young men In the coated curls Of the up-faced girls In the thickening Of my mother's legs I see what's to come Sister walks alone Through the streets at night Mother is at home With the telephone Brother's never there In the north somewhere Chasing up the work All the boards are up Houses all for sale Patterning the street With the gardens wild I can't keep the junk From the door at night Baby baby pink Baby baby blue No one ever said It would be like this I don't feel at home I don't feel at home I don't feel at home I am in my tribe With its dark complaint That you often hear On the women's lips As they lose their grip Where did we go wrong? I go to my friends And we sit in bars And we talk like girls Who are making plans And we talk like girls Who are making plans To get out of here Baby baby pink Baby baby blue No one ever said It would be like this I don't feel at home I don't feel at home I don't feel at home --- Viva - Dog Faced Hermans