Broken Houses

April 1978

Lonely streets of broken houses
An empire filled with pain
Seeing as its not christmas
This picture speaks of pain

Washed out washeteria
Spotless clean canteen
Slot machine street vendor
Rubber shebeen queen

You'll find plenty question masters
Making quagmires of their brain
The man said, "There is no answer"
They said, "You are insane"

Don't stuff it with your litany
Don't hit it with your grass
Don't drown it in your hootchie cootch
In time all things must pass

We've seen him in the underground
Warm beneath the snow
We've seen him under palm trees
Where there ain't no tomorrow

You'll find plenty question masters
Making quagmires of their brain
The man said, "There is no answer"
They said, "You are insane"