The Visit — текст песни (Blumenfeld Hugh)

Well I never go visit my mother
Like my father and my brother do
I can`t stand the constant traffic
On Belmont Avenue
And the pious old men in their coats and beards
Who appear as if on cue
For a small donation
They`ll say the mourner`s prayer for you
Some might say I`ve got a heart of stone
But I think if that were true
I`d get along better
With the dead than I do
Well I never go visit my mother
Like my father and my brother do
I can`t stand the constant traffic
On Belmont Avenue
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music