THE GREEN GREEN GLASS OF HOME
(to the tune of "The Green Green Grass of Home" by Tom Jones)
Lyrics (c)2002,2005 Emi M Briet


The old home town is no more, as I step out from my hole
And there to meet me is what's left of my apartment
Down the road I hear the sirens blaring, no one left to hear the wailing
I don't dare touch the green green glass of home.

Yes it's all destroyed completely, land cracking, flattened neatly
I don't dare touch the green green glass of home.

The Foshay is still standing, though it's cracked and half its size
And there's that old First Ave that I used to club at
Down Block E I walk with sirens blaring, no one left to hear the wailing
I don't dare touch the green green glass of home.

(spoken)
Then I collapse and look around me, at the destruction that surrounds me
And I realize that I wished I was dreaming
For there's a cop wearing full CD gear
And I shed one final tear
It falls among the green green glass of home

Yes it's all destroyed completely, in light of the attack you see
As I die upon the green green glass of home