Lyrics

I tweaked a couple lyrics, but the idea and lyrics are Bert Ayers -- it's a bit dated by now but there were some genius lines here. Maybe we could re-record, I could play the guitar part a bit better and we could get someone to sing the lady parts? Umm.. wait, maybe "lady parts" isn't the best way to put it...

From the snowy suburbs his loathing scowl grows
Stooped over the sink of his Chevy Chase abode.

He twines his finger slowly to form a crude salute,
And when I touched his skin, my fingers ran with orange.

In the hushing dusk, he's Mr. Altruism to be sure,
He made his way through Rock Creek park to watch the cherries bloom.

A strange hunger haunted me; the loathing shadow danced.
I fell under a thorny gaze and saw diminished lands.

When the summer warms their yards and the junk unfolds,
Unseemly strangers come to buy his neighbors' clothes.

They come to save some cash and traipse across his lawn,
Oh the plight of being rich, they never should be born.