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Our Little Place

This song is by Abraham Cloud and appears on the album The Wind Is Falling In Love (2005).

You know I run a home for the hopeless
Formerly good people gone astray
I'm here to ask you all for some money
To keep our little place warm and safe

I'd like to thank you first for the dinner
The chocolate moose was such a grand delight
But do you care about the lost and the forgotten
Enough to write a big fat check tonight?

Our little place
We've got prostitutes and aids
We've got burglars. deviant poets, and thieves

Religious nuts who act out Bible stuff
Like killin' their kids for publicity

I'm sure you must agree that it's our duty
To help a fallen Birdie fly again
We've gotta lift them up, so they can live like us
Eat Dorrittos, take vacations and watch TV

Our little place
We've got a man with half a face
Whose step-dad took a blow-torch to his head

In our little home
We've got a girl who sits alone
Combing her pubic hair with a chainsaw

But its nice in the evening,
When everything calms down and you can hear little crickets
In the darkness makin' that chirpin'
Sound...

Right down the hall you'll find heroin
And tall little vials of a drug you never heard of

On a trip to the john
You might cross paths with cross-eyed Juan
Swingin' his knife on a three-day binge

And though he means you no harm
He's hearin' voices than alarm
And inform him that you have a secret plan

Thank god you got me
To contain this surly lot
Or they'd be climbin' the walls up onto your yacht

But its nice in the evening,
When everything calms down and you can hear little crickets
In the darkness makin' that chirpin'
Sound...

And have you ever known a cricket who went bad?

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