Who's He
Trashcan Sinatras
Intro : Little bohemian lost his sheep and had nowhere to find them Just meet me at the end of my tether and there they are It's the same old story in a blaze of glory and We can change this town this Friday night But in a glaze of bleary they drop like, drop like, drop like flies You wrote about you heroes, it reads like a "Who's Who" Your wrote about your life and it read like a "Who's He ?" So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now Gather your legs and sup up your dregs Carry the crusade up to the home strait And the crooked mile, back to your wife She's in bed, she sleeps late She don't fret or worry Cause it won't be very long til Cliche Guevara's home When the manifesto is a schoolboy thesis When the man in charge is like a greasy Jesus It's taking on epic proportions before my weary eyes Turning the the old town into a backdrop Sssh, it's so quiet, you could hear a name drop Refrain ... til Cliche Guevara's home Instrumental : Love and hate are written all over your fist Refrain : ...til Cliche Guevara's home ...til Cliche Guevara's home ...til Cliche Guevara's home