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Lyrics by Thom Parrott
written for the stage play
Arroyo Repo by Jim Graebner

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DRAINAGE DITCH TO HEAVEN
words & music by Thom Parrott
copyright © 1986 by Thom Parrott

Its the drainage ditch to heaven
Its the drainage ditch to hell
You can drive your car down the drainage ditch
But you will not like the smell
Water up to your hubcaps
Water up to your knees
In the drainage ditch to heaven
There's no one you have to please.

You wake up every morning
Stare at the same old wall
Get up to relieve yourself
At the end of the same old hall
The same old neighbor across the street
Staring back at you
In the drainage ditch to heaven
You do what you have to do.

Carbon and monixide
Knives and guns and pills
Radio in the bathtub
A psycho on Nine Mile Hill
Six ways to cure a headache
Or to get a nice long rest
In the drainage ditch to heaven
Nobody looks their best.

In the drainage ditch to heaven
In the drainage ditch to hell
Every blessed face you run into
Has a name that'll ring a bell
But nobody has your number
Cause the ears don't match the throats
In the drainage ditch to heaven
Life is the thing that floats.


REMIND ME NOT TO KILL MYSELF
words & music by Thom Parrott
copyright © 1986 by Thom Parrott

Remind me not to kill myself this morning
Cause things might lighten up this afternoon
My life can't be too bad when I've got friends like you
And my nightmares may be just a passing mood
	Remind me not to kill myself this morning
	Cause things might lighten up this afternoon

When I woke up this morning I thought I'd rather die
Than be the same old me another day
I'd failed at everything in life I'd ever tried
Why should it be different when I tried suicide
	Remind me not to kill myself this morning
	Cause things might lighten up this afternoon


MY SISTER MADE IT UP
words & music by Thom Parrott
copyright © 1986 by Thom Parrott

	My sister made it up
	Gory or glory
	Its all just a story
	And its not my fault
	Cause my sister (my sister) made it up.

Remember that stuff about me wheelin and dealin
That contraband til a buddy went to squealin
Just to save his butt that was caught in a vice
So I hired a hitman to put him on ice?

	My sister made it up....

Remember that stuff about my flyin a plane
From north pole to south pole in a drivin rain
With no co-pilot and the President said
I must be a hero cause I wasn't dead?

	My sister made it up....

Remember that stuff about the Nobel Prize
And the women I've known with the friendly thighs
And the Heisman Trophy, the America's Cup
The Manson Family? My sister made it up.

	My sister made it up....


DUMPSTER DIVIN
words & music by Thom Parrott
copyright © 1986 by Thom Parrott

Dumpster divin
welfare jivin
pickin up cans by the road
�Royo repo
junkyard people
any old thing to carry my load.

Nowhere to run
whatever comes
takin what pleasure I find
Clothes on my back
cut me some slack
avoiding the straight livin grind.

No one to touch
old TV crutch
lonely but I stand alone
No more time card
life ain't so hard
callin the ditch bank home.