Punk House

The text was not vital but the message still rings
 The photos were all blurry but you get the feeling that they scream
 The tub was stained with the ink from the screen
 You're holding onto something but it's not in that zine
 The floor is filled with resin on the place where you're to sleep
 If you have enough to drink you can pretend that it's a sheet
 Eye contact's scarce from the hosts of the show
 And there's still hours to go
 There's still hours to go
 Grab our decks and head down the street
 Looking for a place to kill time
 See a kid posting fliers on Sherman and Pine
 In big and bold was the name of the band
 With black shirts and white belts
 But nowhere on the flyer did it say the name The Van Pelt
 We made our appeal hey man what's the deal
 He said well it really doesn't matter
 Since no one's coming anyhow
 There's a bigger show down at the Crocodile
 In fact I'll be there myself
 If you want to come thru after yours
 Oh and they'll be coming back to our place too
 So save some room on the floor
 I don't remember much about the show that we played
 Except that no one could make out a single word I had to say
 We loaded up in haste and debated what to do
 Do we stick it out here or make a move or make a move
 Kiara approached and asked what we had to sell
 And if we need a place to sleep
 She has a sofa as well
 Tomorrow she works at Fuel Cafe on 5th Street
 Feel free to swing by before you leave
 Have you had enough to eat?
 Cause Alibaba's open late
 Where's the next stop on your route?
 I got some friends I'll give a shout
 (The drummer's disappeared
 While his kit takes up the stage
 Cumin in the sheetrock
 Kitchen sink all full of plates
 Patronizingly serene
 The Krishna's judgement intervenes
 The couch is in the yard
 Where I sit down to change my strings)