Immigrant Songs

Deerhoof

I was the driver of the guests
To your party, to your party
I was the baker of the sweets
For your party, for your party
I was the singer of the songs
At your party, at your party

All of the tune you wanted to hear
Happy to you, depressing to me
Written as calls to revolution
Funneling down, a cent hits the ground

I'm dreaming of a melody
That goes up
A song about love?
This song we sing won't be for you
Never again
No, never again
No, never again

Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la
Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la
Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la

You think of me as only a child
Ancestors are my muscles and bones
Kindness is all I needed from you

But you think we're in your house
But you think we're in your house
But you think we're in your house
You are mistaken, you are mistaken

I'm dreaming of a melody
That goes up
A song about love?
This song we sing
Won't be for you
Never again
No, never again
No, never again

Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la
Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la
Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la
Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la
Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la
Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la
Da-la-la, da-la-la, da-la-la la-la