This is the third song from a concept album inspired by an incident on South Street in Philadelphia, PA. A drunk, Christopher, got into a fight outside of the Copa Banana. In the process, he smashed the doors of my car.
Written and recorded live in Chester County, Pennsylvania.
LYRICS
Please be polite, knock first
Please knock first
Please knock before entering
Have you seen worse
You’d think we’d have learned
Please knock first
No matter the desire to quench your thirst
If there’s one thing I abhor, it’s the door whore
Abhor the door whore
It’s horrid. It’s horrible.
It’s the door whore.
Don’t you know it’s polite to knock first
Knock first
I must suggest… I’ve been avoiding the rest?
If there’s one thing I abhor, it’s the door whore
Abhor the door whore
Try to get a handle on the handle
Don’t make your head throb over the knob
Twist. Turn.
Please
But, please show some courtesy
Don’t you know it’s polite to knock first
No matter the need to quench your thirst
Knock first. Knock first.
If you, want to…
Do the polite thing to do
Knock first.
Look at
The door mat
You’ll see it says, “Welcome!”
Just look at that
Look at
The door mat
You’re welcome to come in
You’re welcome
In
Notice the other sign I share
“Beware Of The Dog”
Notice the other sign I share
“Beware Of The God”
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — Capo 3
E A D G A
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This is the first song of a concept album inspired by an incident on South Street in Philadelphia, PA. A drunk, Christopher, got into a fight outside of the Copa Banana. In the process, he smashed the doors of my car.
Written and recorded live in Chester County, Pennsylvania.
Saw a reflection of a wizard
Looking up at me
Wondering how long
Our history would be
Just for fun
He thought he’d question me
“Can you tell how long
Our history will be?”
I looked into the sky
… with a sigh
“Can you tell me, Creator,
How long we will be?”
She said,
“Son, you see there’s something troubling me…
Creation termination is how it’s gonna be?”
I said,
“You’re right. Thanks for showing me the light.”
Yum, yum, yum we love eatin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love slurpin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love suckin’ up dumb
Yum, yum, yum we love throwin’ up dumb
LYRICS
You might be the salt of the earth
To your grave… from your birth
Or you might be a wold in sheep’s clothing
Fox in the hen-house… mouth’s frothing
A heart that bleeds
Of a need that feeds?
You might be an angel heaven sent
To save me from a world hell-bent
Or you might be the devil’s advocate
Putting kaboodle into the kit
