Beach Boys - Pere Ubu

Somehow I must love the painThe hollow earth, on it the sound of rainBurn my

homeBurn my shoesBurn down the glorified Home of the Blues

Wake up!

Don’t be slowDrunken sailors are blockin' up the main roadThey’re up

in arms, reeling on their feetOr millin' round, they’re marchin' on the Home of

the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on

the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the Blues

Say my name low and sweetThen you’ll go away, we’ll never meetIn awhile I’ll be

there too, standing in the rain

Marchin' on the home of the bluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on

the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of

the…

Nobody can feel all the things that we feelAnd nobody knows how it is always

leaving and never to go

Marchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on

the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the Blues

Marchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on the Home of the BluesMarchin' on

the Home of the BluesMarchin on the Home of the…