From the recording Sarcastic Cafe
Lyrics
Sarcastic Café
As the woofer boom booms up the concrete walls
And the street sweeper watches the autumn leaves fall
The cocaine lady searches air for the dead
And the children make sidewalk homes their bed
A riveter beats like a distant drum
And a car alarm sounds to the rising sun
As skyscrapers rise by the vacant store
The Sarcastic café opens her doors
Chorus
The ladies talk loudly their lattes in hand
The men shouting over congestion so planned
While back in the booth of Sarcastic Cafe
A dark shadow laughs at the start of the day
Verse 2
Two girls crawl out from their bed without cost
The sun hits their faces so young to be lost
They put on their socks as the buses pass by
Garbage bag for a suitcase, illusions for eyes.
The rigid pink maid saunters down the street
Checking the meters you see nothing is cheap
It’s all about money she whispers in vain
And money makes people there’s so much to gain
It’s all about money she whispers so plain
The city breaks people is the devils refrain
Chorus
The ladies talk loudly their lattes in hand
The men shouting over congestion so planned
While off in the distance at the break of day
A voice in the wind cries "Jesus is the way"
© 2003 Charles Ellsworth Smith