John Cale - Open House Lyrics
Words and music: lou reed & john calePleaseCome over to 81st street Im in the apartment above the barYou know you cant miss it, its across from the subwayAnd the tacky store with the mylar scarvesMy skins as pale as outdoors moonMy hairs silver like a tiffany watchI like lots of people around me but dont kiss helloAnd please dont touchIts a czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to meThe way to make friends andy is invite them up for teaOpen house, open houseIve got a lot of cats, heres my favoriteShes lady called samI made a paper doll of her - you can have itThats what I did when I had st.vitus danceIts a czechoslovakian custom my mother pased on to meGive people little presents so they remember meOpen house, open houseSomeone bring the vegetables, someone please bring heatMy mother showed up yesterday, we need something to eatI think I got a job today they want me to draw shoesThe ones I drew were old and usedThey told me - draw something newOpen house, open houseFly me to the moon, fly me to a starBut there are no stars in the new york skyTheyre all on the groundYou scared yourself with music, I scared myself with paintIt almost made me faintOpen house, open house
