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