Tombstone Blues

I am in the kitchen
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain

With the tombstone blues
Mama's in the factory
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky

With the tombstone blues
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
Daddy's in the alley
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
With the tombstone blues
To the old folks home and the college
Daddy's in the alley
With the tombstone blues
He is lookin' for food
Mama's in the factory
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
He is lookin' for food
She ain't got no shoes
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
The Jezebel the nun, she violently knits
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
The ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits

Daddy's in the alley

She ain't got no shoes

Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
I am in the kitchen

That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
I am in the kitchen
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
She ain't got no shoes
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
With the tombstone blues
He could die happily ever after
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
But the town has no need to be nervous
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
He is lookin' for food
She ain't got no shoes
Mama's in the factory
She ain't got no shoes

He is lookin' for food
I am in the kitchen

Screaming, she moans, "I've just been made"
You will not die, it's not poison"
Then sends them out to the jungle

Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
Mama's in the factory
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
I am in trouble

Mama's in the factory
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
I am in the kitchen
And now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Daddy's in the alley
I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Daddy's in the alley
The hysterical bride in the Penny Arcade
To win friends and influence his uncle
Mama's in the factory
Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"

With the tombstone blues

He is lookin' for food
She ain't got no shoes

"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Daddy's in the alley
With a fantastic collection of stamps
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B DeMille
He is lookin' for food
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps