The Visit Lyrics by Hugh Blumenfeld

Well I never go visit my mother
Like my father and my brother do
I can't stand the constant traffic
On Belmont Avenue
And the pious old men in their coats and beards
Who appear as if on cue
For a small donation
They'll say the mourner's prayer for you
Some might say I've got a heart of stone
But I think if that were true
I'd get along better
With the dead than I do
Well I never go visit my mother
Like my father and my brother do
I can't stand the constant traffic
On Belmont Avenue
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music

Well I never go visit my mother Like my father and my brother do I can't stand the constant traffic On Belmont Avenue And the pious old men in their coats and beards Who appear as if on cue For a small donation They'll say the mourner's prayer for you Some might say I've got a heart of stone But I think if that were true I'd get along better With the dead than I do Well I never go visit my mother Like my father and my brother do I can't stand the constant traffic On Belmont Avenue Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music