Viva Songtext
von Dog Faced Hermans

In the vicious flares
Of the mad young men
In the coated curls
Of the up-faced girls
In the thickening
Of my mother′s legs
I see what's to come

Sister walks alone
Through the streets at night
Mother is at home
With the telephone
Brother′s never there
In the north somewhere
Chasing up the work


All the boards are up
Houses all for sale
Patterning the street
With the gardens wild
I can't keep the junk
From the door at night

Baby baby pink
Baby baby blue
No one ever said
It would be like this
I don't feel at home
I don′t feel at home
I don′t feel at home

I am in my tribe
With its dark complaint
That you often hear
On the women's lips
As they lose their grip
Where did we go wrong?


I go to my friends
And we sit in bars
And we talk like girls
Who are making plans
And we talk like girls
Who are making plans
To get out of here

Baby baby pink
Baby baby blue
No one ever said
It would be like this
I don′t feel at home
I don't feel at home
I don′t feel at home