WHY AM I PAINTING THE LIVING ROOM?

(©1988 L&P Berryman. Words by Peter, Music by Lou.)

(Lou:)
Holes in the ozone the size of Brazil,
Barges of trash in the chewable breeze,
Pools of industrial wasteland paté,
Sulfur dioxide dissolving the trees,
Pretty soon it will all end with a boom.
Why am I painting the living room?

(Peter:)
I have the whole day off
Cause it's a Saturday.
There is a bluegrass band
Somewhere along the bay.
Look at the lilacs bloom.
Why am I painting the living room?

(Lou:)
A pinhead evangelist pays for his sin
With a five-dollar fine for a black-collar crime.
Kingpins of industry knowingly nod.
Just like Lake Erie they're twelve percent slime.
They wink at the president too I assume,
And here I am painting the living room.

(Peter:)
I hear the bluebird sing.
Don't let the day go by.
Look at the blossoms blow
Over the blue, blue sky
All with a wild perfume,
And here I am painting the living room.

(Both (repeated as per melody):)
Why am I painting the living room?

(Lou:)
Ah, yes, I can see how my tombstone will read:
"Here lies someone of exceptional worth.
Though she did not do a lot for her kind,
Or help hold together this crumbling earth,
Here lies a woman they're saying of whom,
Sure had a good-looking living room."

@humor @politics @house @home JTD
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