NOWHERE HERE

I'M YAWNING PLAYING HOLLYWOOD TO THE MIRROR
ANN'S WRITING DOWN THE CREAKS THAT SPLIT HER HEAD
JOHNNY PLAYS A MARTYR IN A SEVENTIES STYLE SLAUGHTER
FOR A GIRL NAMED MAYBE, NUF SAID

TONIGHT WE'RE HOSING DOWN THE LATEST PILE OF STADIUM STYLE ROCKERS
WHO HAVEN'T GOT A CLUE WHICH KEY IS "C"
AND IT'S VAGUELY ENTERTAINING IN A SICKENING SORTA WAY
BUT YOU HAVE TO REALIZE I GET IN FREE

SO IT'S MUSIC SLOW WITH POLIO
AND A SOAP OPERA EMPLOYEE
WHOSE READING, DREAMING POETRY AT THE DOOR
WHILE THE FACE PARADE JUST SLITHERS
AND THE CROWD THINS TO WHISPER
ANOTHER NOWHERE HERE RELUCTANTLY SITS BORED

I KNOW THAT NAME SO WELL THAT IT RINGS ALL THE WARNING BELLS
IT'S SHORT AND NEAT AND ALWAYS LEAVES A SPARK
SHE RELIVES A BLACK CONFESSION INA RESTAURANT STYLE SETTING
AND MORE SECRETS STRANGLE STRANGERS ON THEIR GUARD

WELL YOUR VANITY'S ON TRIAL SAYS MT EGO WITH A SMILE
IT'S BEEN HANDICAPPED AND COLD SINCE NEW YEAR'S EVE
BUT HERE THE SCENERY'S SO PLASTIC BAR A FEW SELECTED OUTCASTS
IN FOR STRESS RELATED TRAINING THEN THEY LEAVE

Music & lyrics by Steven Gullett - copyright 1993