A Place To Crash

Words by Lino Max
Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus

Twelve blocks to see my brother
Something growing
Something slowing to a grind
Magenta sex covers the walk
No trespassing spray painted in red
I passed that sign one hundred times

Santo Santo Santo
I threw myself out a window
It was pretty easy I didn’t even look down
Canto canto canto
All my trash is out on the curb
Because tomorrow is the day
Out at night the trip is the trick
You're trying but you can't hide it
The Phantom is my bike
Do you want to ride it
Take it off go anywhere you want to
Just come back in time
Because I got to go to work pretty soon

The man at the door wants to see some ID
And the line around the corner seems just that long
Someone's always counting years
Yeah this place sucks
And I don’t even know why we’re here
There's Raggedy Ann throwing out the empty beers
I wonder if she counts them
Was it just a lot of trash
That’s all they sold tonight

There's much more here
Than a place to crash
There's much more here for you
There's much more here
Than a place to crash
There's much more here for you
There's much more here
Than a place to crash
There's much more here for you
There’s much more here for you

All my trash is out on the curb
Shaking like chicken with limbs akimbo
Santo Santo Santo
I threw myself out a window
But I missed the curb
Brush dust off
It settles again
I would burn down my house
Let my lease burn
All of my clutter flaming up to the sun
If my neighbor down the street
The one with the little dogs
If she was looking on
Would she throw her own junk on the bon?
Her lawn decorations
Throw it on

There's much more here
Than a place to crash
There's much more here for you
So much more than a place to crash
They’re still here for you
So much more than a place to crash
There’s much more here for you
So much more than a place to crash
There’s much more here for you