Tombstone Blues by The Brat (Chicano Punk Band) Lyrics
Well, the hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she cries, “I’ve just been laid”
Then calls for the doctor who pulls down the shade
And says, “My advice is to not let the boys in”
The medicine man, he walks inside
He walks with a swagger, he says to the bride
“Stop all this weeping and swallow your pride
You will not die, it isn't poison”
Mama’s in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin' for food
I’m in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
John the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero, the commander-in-chief
Saying, “Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to be sick in?”
The commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And throws down a barbell and points to the sky
Saying, "The sun isn't yellow, it’s chicken"
Mama’s in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin' for food
I’m in trouble
With the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence, flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo’s math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
I wish I could give Brother Bill his big thrill
I'd set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama’s in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
Lookin' for food
I’m in trouble
With the tombstone blues
Screaming she cries, “I’ve just been laid”
Then calls for the doctor who pulls down the shade
And says, “My advice is to not let the boys in”
The medicine man, he walks inside
He walks with a swagger, he says to the bride
“Stop all this weeping and swallow your pride
You will not die, it isn't poison”
Mama’s in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin' for food
I’m in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
John the Baptist, after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero, the commander-in-chief
Saying, “Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to be sick in?”
The commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And throws down a barbell and points to the sky
Saying, "The sun isn't yellow, it’s chicken"
Mama’s in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin' for food
I’m in trouble
With the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocence, flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo’s math book to get thrown
At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
I wish I could give Brother Bill his big thrill
I'd set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama’s in the factory
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
Lookin' for food
I’m in trouble
With the tombstone blues