"What Fore You [62523 Middle]" genre: Alternative General
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	CD: Wild Hyacinth & Die You Yuppie Pig [For no Apparent Reason]   Label: Totem Records Credits: Words & Music: Robb Perrone & Brian James
	Lyrics My house is empty, My bed is empty, My bowl is empty: I’m not there. My family miss me, My friends all miss me, The neighbors miss me: I’m not there. There’s others near me, There’s ground is near me, The earth is near me: I’m right here. The ground is cold, The ground has mold, The ground is old: I’m right here. [CHORUS] The orange rotunda is falling all apart. Echoes with reverb of far away barks. Running and jumping and playing no more. My head is fogged and my limbs are sore. The grass is cut; there is a view. Autumn leaves are dripping with dew. A Hazy gray covers all the sky. But I can’t see for there’s dirt in my eye What fore you bury me in the cold, cruel ground? There’s dirt in my eye And dirt in my face, There’s dirt all over This place. Worm’s around, Weevil’s abound, Bugs are found in This place, They threw me down A hand made hole They made themselves What for? They left me here All by myself. And it’s not fair: Why me? [CHORUS] There’s no future for those in this park. Willows weep, only after dark. A frosty chill surrounds my soul. I’m feeling about six feet low. I long to rise and run away But I can’t move: I’m here to stay Don’t leave me here; never to be found. Don’t leave me here in the cold, cruel ground! What fore you bury me in the cold, cruel ground? [BRIDGE] My mind wanders off to the wide open spaces. No, I don’t hear their names, or remember their faces. I feeling is cold; I’ve been locked out the door. I don’t understand that I am no more. They’ve lowered me down; the earth’s filling in. Somehow I died; it must be the end. Over some time, just to wither I must: Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. [LEAD] My watch has stopped, I’m out of time. I bought the farm: I’ve died. Seven years times Shorter than you. It’s a dog’s life: I’ve died. I wonder how this happened to me. I lived my life completely care free. I fetched the ball, I fetched the stick. I never knew that I was sick. But I wasn’t sick; I wasn’t old. Those who owned me just grew bored. They took me down to the local vet, Where the kindly nurse put me to rest. What fore you bury me in the cold, cruel ground? Copyright 1987. All rights reserved.

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