LYRICS
I, I, I, I don’t know right or ought
I, I, I, I don’t know no or not
Did Id get our of control
Like a belligerent troll?
Please release the police
Seize the cease of peace
Never thought I would say
Please release the police
Never thought I’d see the day
When the heathen would pray
“Officer can’t you see… this man is annoying me!”
Did Id cost you your soul
Neck deep in a $#it hole
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
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G A
D A E
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.
