The Auteurs - Valet Parking

Never saw Your driver's eyes Or me on parking street We were planning Your demise Your chauffeur's tired But you're still on heat Downtown, You're burning down I'm sick of parking cars... There are only - Two people here Who are worthy Of your pool And your palace So stand down now Stand down You're standing down... Never thought I'd see the day When your pale face Turned grey Got no guts, got no fame Your epitaph Sorely missed Your unfaithful slave Home again Housesitting again Rifle through Your possessions And stuff Things that you Are ashamed of Home again, Housesitting again Looking through photos At the back of your drawer The way that you looked When you were small You're safe, There's no prowler No creeper in your lane It's better than drugs, It's cool To be in your home again Home again, Housesitting again It's just a little bit far >From the main crowd Reading your poems When you're not around Home again, Housesitting again Hospital letter, A clinic on hold A test that you took Awaiting results