Alice - Swingin Utters

Vacuum humming TV playing

Do you want the victuals in the parlor

When there’s a boast of riches in the harbor

Eyes of blue hair bottled

It was supposed to be tea and petits fours

With an ice cream or a neck throttle

Alice doesn’t live here anymore

Ziptape styrofoam rovana

Tell me what you’re looking for

Close the drapes on your nirvana

Alice Doesn’t live here anymore

You don’t believe in speaking grave side

And where you live is where you gonna die

As you bid adieu to a violent year

Alice where are you going dear

Why don’t you roll on over here?