Lyrics The Auteurs

The Auteurs

Valet Parking

Never saw

your driver's eyes

Or me on parking street

We were planning

your demise

Your chauffeur's tired

But you're still on heat

Downtown,

you're burning down

I'm sick of parking cars...

There are only -

two people here

Who are worthy

Of your pool

and your palace

So stand down now

Stand down

You're standing down...

Never thought

I'd see the day

When your pale face

turned grey

Got no guts, got no fame

Your epitaph

Sorely missed

Your unfaithful slave

Home again

Housesitting again

Rifle through

Your possessions

and stuff

Things that you

Are ashamed of

Home again,

housesitting again

Looking through photos

At the back of your drawer

The way that you looked

When you were small

You're safe,

there's no prowler

No creeper in your lane

It's better than drugs,

it's cool

To be in your home again

Home again,

housesitting again

It's just a little bit far

>From the main crowd

Reading your poems

When you're not around

Home again,

housesitting again

Hospital letter,

a clinic on hold

A test that you took

Awaiting results