Al Grantham - Greetings from Little Saigon Lyrics

Old misfortune
Adorned in dirty sweats
Sits statuesque
Eats a meal at the appeal
Of a shelter's steps
Rises slowly knowing wholly
That a plate of cold chow mein
Isn't quite the sugar cane
A girl expected

In the market
We're a thousand aisles away
To find the deal
Sorely stuck in line
For the fine print to reveal
Just exactly what we owe
Before we're free to take
What we need
No we don't need a receipt

Greetings from Little Saigon
Where we've never seen the dawn
Where Saigons will be Saigons
Greetings from Little Saigon

Where nightmares come
And nightmares go
But dreams may last forever
So put your empty hand in mine
Let's deaf drunk stumble
Down the storyline
Take the stage and play it proud
It's only church if it's f*ckin loud

Aye
If you get lost on your way home
Greetings from little saigon

Busted English
Broken English from the gullets of the drunks
By the gutters where the ships they sailed have now sunk
It's a deathly sort of living
For these lights that hang too low
Where's the hope
If you hide what you know

Now settle up
It's last call at the Blue Moon
Bleed to the park
And in the dark with all the marks
That inform your heart
You'll come crashing through a sadness
That's been here since long before you
Now is time for your new debut

Greetings from Little Saigon
Where we've never seen the dawn
Where Saigons will be Saigons
Greetings from Little Saigon

Where nightmares come
And nightmares go
But dreams may last forever
So put your stupid hand in mine
Let's deaf drunk stumble
Through the chorus line
Take the stage and play it proud
It's only church if it's f*ckin loud

Aye
If you get lost on your way home
Here's your home
Greetings from Little Saigon