Sign on the Door Blues by The tragic thrills Lyrics

Late September
Feeling alone
At a hotel in Frankfurt
In the dim lit glow
Think I'll turn on the T.V
And kick my shoes to the floor
And I'll put my sign on the door

Richardson Road
In early May
With rows of pink tulips
Just below the gate
You came out of nowhere
And pretty soon we had a home
And we put a nice sign on the door

The newspaper cried out
It's solemn decree
I said, "It doesn't matter"
You didn't agree
So we saw different people
Though we both tried lend out support
Until we took our sign off the door
Well you raised a formal grievance
Had the nerve to even believe it
Went around spouting off
Just calling people names
Your heart was always ticklish
But now you just seem wicked
Are you happy now?
Is the world a better place?

Mad as hell, babe
Mad as hell
You revel in abstinence
You wear it so well
Think I saw you on T.V
But you did not look like before
And you were putting some sign on the doors

Back at the hotel
Watching T.V
Think I know what love is
But it's kinda tricky
I'm a believer
But of what I am not really sure
So I ain't putting no sign on the door