Lyrics

It’s 8am on the District Line
a little crowd near the Chatter sign
To amplify this sad vignette
It’s pouring rain and we’re all soaking wet

Why aren’t you open?
I came from Boise
It was a long ride here
gonna be a longer ride back
Why aren’t you open?
Why aren’t you open?

I piled my wife and kids
into a big orange van
to snap an awkward pic
with a bald orange man
But Tony isn’t here
Guess he had better plans
Does The Palm serve breakfast?
Why aren’t you open?!!?

A parody of Creed, “With Arms Wide Open"