Swingin' Utters
Alice
Vacuum humming TV playing
Do you want the victuals in the parlor
When there's a boast of riches in the harbor
Eyes of blue hair bottled
It was supposed to be tea and petits fours
With an ice cream or a neck throttle
Alice doesn't live here anymore
Ziptape styrofoam rovana
Tell me what you're looking for
Close the drapes on your nirvana
Alice Doesn't live here anymore
You don't believe in speaking grave side
And where you live is where you gonna die
As you bid adieu to a violent year
Alice where are you going dear
Why don't you roll on over here?
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