Pere Ubu - Beach Boys lyrics

rate me

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...