Where by Wendyhouse

Where

Where our innocence was spent
Where our stars began to shine
Where a house stands in cement
And a song has rhyme

Where all the king touched, turned to gold
Where the dance hall still stands
Where the people die once they are old
We were making plans

Where our communists were fried
Where coke means cola and a joint is a bad place to be
Where the folk are filled with Christian pride
For which we still pay

Where progress, it’s the thing to wear
Where the Wastlanders still sing at home
Where the wrath of god is what they fear
And the silver bigfoot roam

• Alternative
• Comedy
• Folk
• Novelty
• Punk
• toy music
• Wellington