American Pipe

Recorded at our home studio. Mixed by Shalom Aberle at Arcadia Studios.

Rob Aldridge - Lead & Background Vocal
Tim Smith - Background & Lead Vocal, Bass, Acoustic & Electric Guitars
Roger Manning - Clarinet, Drums

Lyrics from: GuinnssBoy@aol.com
Oh the worst thing to feel is nothing at all
so the apathetic apples give away their balls
Taking out my heart upsets the apple cart

Then the next things to go are your freedom in life
and the slime partisan make a meal of your wife
It's alright, It's alright, It's alright
until they've taken your pipe

So we can do what we want to 
We can feel pain is gone
It's alright, alright, alright, alright

The President's getting high
for peculiar reasons why

Mmm.. Here's your social number for security 
but you don't come knockin' under lock and key
The pockets down on money street
say distribution is tight

Hmm... Things seem better with shoes on your feet 
oh they're taking the soles and collecting the street
It's alright, It's alright, It's alright
until they take all your feet

Chorus

And we can do what we want to 
We can feel pain is gone
It's alright, alright, alright, alright

We salute the patrons 
Giving the monkeys new shoes
We send the rolling paper
Smoking away all our dues
Oh passing out the IOU's

Chorus 2x

for peculiar reasons why