1.Signs (Live at the Trocadero)
Lyricist：Les Emmerson
And the sign says 'Long-haired freaky people need not apply'
So I put my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said, 'You look like a fine outstandin' young man, I think
you'll do'
So I took off my hat, I said 'Imagine that, huh, me workin' for
you'
Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs
Fuckin' up the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign
And the sign says 'Anybody caught trespassin' will be shot on
sight'
So I jumped the fence and I yelled at the house
'Hey! What gives you the right？'
To put up a fence and keep me out, or to keep mother nature in
If God was here, he'd tell it to your face, man, you're some
kind of sinner
Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs
Fuckin' up the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign
Oh, I sa, 'Now mister, can't you read
You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't watch, no, you can't eat, you ain't supposed to be
here'
And the sign says 'You got to have a membership card to get
inside', uh
The sign says 'Everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray'
But then they passed around a plate at the end of it all
And I didn't have a penny to pay
I so got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own fuckin' sign
I said, 'Thank you Lord for thinkin' 'bout me
I'm alive, I've been doin' fine', oh
Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs
Fuckin' up the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign
Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs
Fuckin' up the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign
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