NY3 - Robert Fripp

Father: Your house

Daughter: My house

Father: Your house

Daughter: My house

Father: Your house

Daughter: My house

Father: Your house

Daughter: My house

Well get out, there’s the door

Well get out, there’s the door

Well get out, there’s the door

Well get out, there’s the door

Father: It is not your house

It is not your house

It is not your house

It is not your house

It is not your house

Mother: And you’re a cocaine sniffer

And you’re a cocaine sniffer

And you’re a cocaine sniffer

And you’re a cocaine sniffer

Don’t call me a slut

Father: No

Mother: You’re carrying a baby

You don’t know whether it’s a nigger, a spic or a white baby

Don’t call me a slut

Father: No

Mother: You’re carrying a baby

You don’t know whether it’s a nigger, a spic or a white baby

You’ve got to go for an abortion, baby

I never had to

Father: No way, never

Mother: You’ve got to go for an abortion, baby

I never had to

Father: No way, never

Mother: You’re carrying a baby

You don’t know whether it’s a nigger, a spic or a white baby

You’ve got to go for an abortion, baby

I never had to

Father: No way, never

Your house

Daughter: My house

Father: Your house

Daughter: My house

Father: Your house

Your house

Daughter: My house

Father: Your house

Daughter: My house

Father: Your house

Daughter: My house

Well get out, there’s the door