Intro :
Little bohemian lost his sheep and had nowhere to find them
Just m eet me at the end of my t ether and there they a re
It's the s ame old story in a b laze of glory a nd
We can change this t own this Friday night
But in a glaze of bleary they dro p like, drop like, d rop like flies
You wrote about you heroes, it r eads like a "Who's Who"
Your wrote about your life and it read like a "Who's H e ?"
So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now
Gather your legs and sup up your dregs
Carry the crusade up to the home strait
And the crooked mile, back to your wife
She's in bed, she sleeps late
She don't fret or worry
Cause it won't be very long til Cliche G uevara's home
When the manifesto is a schoolboy thesis
When the man in charge is like a greasy Jesus
It's t aking on epic proportions before my weary eyes
Turning the the old town into a backdrop
Sssh, it's so quiet, you could hear a n ame d rop
Refrain
... til Cl iche Gue vara's home
Instrumental :
Love and hate are written all over your fist
Refrain :
...til Cliche Gu evara's home
...til Cliche Gu evara's home
...til Cliche Gu evara's home