Welfare Shoes -

Well your ivory tower’s locked until they tell you that it’s safe

The world outside is so much more than you could ever face

But it’s all that we expect, you sure don’t need a good excuse

With your kangaroo pockets and your welfare shoes

Don’t you call me on the telephone

Don’t call me on the telephone

Call me on the telephone

Don’t call me

Well I know you dial that lonely number time and time again

I guess you’re just obsessed about your little American friend

It all must make you angry how your world’s so filled with strife

Guess you’ll have to just roll on over and make love to the little wife

Come on call me on the telephone

Call me on the telephone

Call me on the telephone

Call me

Everyone’s indifferent

No one makes a sound

Everything is hazy

Get your head out of the ground

They say all the world’s a stage but I can’t find a dressing room

And we’re all going nowhere fast like a Dodge Dart to the tombs

Well I’ve never been to Gettysburg and I sure don’t plan to go

I’m just sticking it out in Richmond, it’s the only town I know

Come on call me on the telephone

Call me on the telephone

Call me on the telephone

Call me

Don’t call me on the telephone

Call me on the telephone

Call me on the telephone

Call me