A bus shelter has been your home for so long now
And a celebrity is what you've become, because you live like a tramp
And I ain't got no hope for you
Because you stink and you'll die alone
In that place you can only call your home
All of the flies will chase you around the park
Eager to bite you and leave their mark
On that piss poor excuse of a human being - that would be you
You know I don't wanna see you get hurt, but I can't give you my hope or my love
I am thinking about you night and day
A petal falls down from above and lands on your scabbing red nose
But you can't smell it for the stench of your clothes
You know I can't love you (and you're nothing without those fleas)
You know I can't love you (you live down in shelter 33)
Well, I ain't got no hope for you
Because you stink and you'll die alone
In that place you can only call your home
And all of the flies will chase you around the park
Eager to bite you and leave their mark
On that piss poor excuse of a human being - that would be you
Come on Clint!
Well, I ain't got no hope for you
Because you stink and you'll die alone
In that place you can only call your home
And all of the flies will chase you around the park
Eager to bite you and leave their mark
On that pitiful excuse of a human being
Well, I ain't got no hope for you
Because you stink and you'll die alone
In that place you can only call your fucking home
And all of the flies they pity you
I think they piss on you, I think they shit on you
You're gonna die...
Release notes:
All words by Tico Jnr., all music by Tico Jnr. and Bri Jnr.
Tico Jnr. staring in the toilet pan re-calls:
What a belter! This sure takes you on a rollercoaster of emotion, with Bri's fairly flat guitar solo even failing to ruin it. I was never particularly happy his guitar work, so on my unfavourably successful 'Lazy. Sexy. Cool' tour I did improvise a far better solo when 'covering' this shanty. Be sure to check out alternate versions wherever they may be (I am the lord of the [can't remember this word] said he).
This saucy little number has fans all over the globe and beyond, with the subject's family wishing to use it as the theme track for their funeral (rest in peace), but couldn't raise the eight-figure-fee required for the twenty minute session. Hard luck (on both accounts of your loss - the man, the track).
Bri Jnr mutters fondly:
Written and dedicated to a local legend (leg-end, as in foot) whilst he was still very much living but alas, he is no longer with us. At least the flies can now feast on the carcass of their demi-god without having to chase him round the park first.
Tico took inspiration from 'Purple Rain' (not for the last time I might add) in order to pen a ditty worthy of a celebrated tramp. A majestic chord sequence and tormented vocal delivery from an irate Tico firmly rubber-stamped this ditty as an all-time classic (though still not worthy of our best of compilation).
I only make a brief appearance here but it is of course, significant and an undisputed highlight- after a rousing cry of "Come on Clint!" from Tico, I improvised my greatest combination of guitar notes to date, a fitting fantastical fanfare for the subject of this song. Tico dared me to recreate it note for note on the HD revision to which I immediately obliged. When I say immediately, I meant that Tico sent me a homework assignment and I successfully sussed it within a fortnight.
Thank goodness the Clint tag didn't stick - I am Bri and therefore Bri am I.
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