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That Pizza Oven was…
The Last Resort…
She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her uncle came
across the sea
She heard about a place where
people were smilin’
Spoke about the Hollywood ways,
and how they loved the land.
They came from everywhere
to the Great Rocket Ride
Seeking a place to Stand
or a place to Hide.
Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can’t wait to tell you all,
what it’s like up there!
And they called it pizza-dise
I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high…
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast,
to the Malibu
Where the Zombie people play,
hungry for fingers
to fill their empty stomachs
and give them things to chew
Some rich man came and raped the land,
Nobody caught him
Put up a bunch of ugly bots
and Jesus, people bought from 'em
And they call’d them “Stretchbots”
“The Place ta Fix.”
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea.
You can leave it all behind
and fly to Planet Ares
just like those Drivers did, so many years ago.
They even brought a neon sign: “The Kid is coming”
It brought the white woman’s burden down
It brought the white woman’s reign.
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here,
We satisfy our endless needs and
fuel our cars with dirty deeds
in the name of destiny and the name
of Marion.
And you can see there,
On Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What the flapjacks are like over there
She calls it paradise
I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise,
Kiss it Goodbye.
