Alienation - Slut

Home is where you’re brought up

And where it all began

Where you’re roots were stretching out

On foreign land

You like it or might leave it

You stay or you may roam

They say it’s like the heart

Without a home

The young ones getting out of here

The rest stays where they are

And most of them turn

Petit bourgeois

Cause it’s so simple

To feel curled up here

So laid back when you’re drunk

While flushing down the shape of things

To come

And so we stumbled down the alleys

While kicking out the lights

And we argued who was wrong

And who was right

Then we hooked up on the good girls

On the hills of broken glass

When they hooked on us we fled

And took the bus

We wrote a hundred lovesongs

And poems all those years

Where we sang about our hopes

And doubts and fears

Someone push the break

Someone push the break

And stop over for a minute

Someone get along

Someone get along

With us

This place is packed with creepers

With hypocrites and fools

As long as the cars stay running

They stay amused

It’s the narrow minded attitude

That made us feel inspired

But in trade for any vision

We got tired

When I look into your eyes

I realize they stand and stare

You’re a bunch of saveaholics

In despair

Oh I’ve never seen such a beauty

Showing such an ugly face

I’ve never been in a richer

Poorer place

It’s that love and hate relationship

That keeps us hanging on

But one early winter morning

We’ll be gone

Someone push the break

Someone push the break

And stop over for a minute

Someone get along

Someone get along

With us