Our Little Place

I'd like to thank you first for the dinner
And being so thoughtful tonight
To care about the lost and forgotten
Enough to turn a wrong into right

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

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 killing their kids to get on TV

I know you feel a true sense of duty
To help those who've fallen in a ditch
We've gotta' lift them up, so they can live like us
Eat Doritos, watch TV and get rich

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
With a chainsaw, with a chainsaw, with a chainsaw ...

But its nice in the evening,
When everything calms down
And you can hear little crickets in the background
Making that cricket sound

Tell me, have you ever known a cricket who went bad?



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