Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
Chuck Brodsky & J. P. Cormier & Chuck Brodsky
The sign says Forest Hills - it was recently defaced
I guess there was a forest here - before they built this place
With these cookie-cutter homes - with the lawns all manicured
All the cars are waxed and polished - as are all the kitchen floors
It’s a wholesome kind of place - that’s what they’d have you believe
There’s a flag at every house - and a few overachieve
We have a child prodigy - and a couple of folks do art
And a little neighborhood baseball team that plays with lots of heart
The letter to the editor - I read in last week’s paper
Was written by that knucklehead - who used to be my neighbor
Talk about intolerance - those people he calls heathens
‘Cause they don’t believe the same things - that this knucklehead believes in
Now I know for a fact - a certain so & so reads porn
A package sent to him once - was delivered to my door
I didn’t hand it over - no, I kept it to myself
If we should ever have a problem - well, it’s up there on the shelf
There was a Pakistani family - that lived just down the block
As soon as they’d replace the glass someone would throw a rock
I don’t think it was children - though children can be cruel
Whoever it was that did it - they broke the Golden Rule
People read the Times - and they watch the tv news
They receive it like the Gospel - they’ve all fallen for the ruse
They all have their opinions - but none of them have clues
There’s a patriotic silence - there are no dissenting views
The school we have here couldn’t teach a monkey how to climb
And Evie’s neighbor maintains - that to homeschool is a crime
I think she’s a moron - I told Evie on the phone
Tell her it’s none of her goddamned business - in the gentlest of tones
They know him as the garbage man - but I know him as Anthony
Their trash he turns to beauty - some could profit from it handsomely
These little works of art - that he would sprinkle on their lawns
Would end up in the trash again - as soon as people saw ‘em
Katy burned some leaves - and that’s against the law
The cop who showed up first said they had gotten 20 calls
They wrote her a citation - but it just went up in smoke
They put her in a squad car - it made for 20 happy folks
And each 4th of July - it’s the same tin foil parade
Waving from a flatbed - while a band behind them plays
All of our local sponsors - and all the block captains too
Party hats & streamers - all red, white, & blue
But just below the varnish - and under the veneer
Behind the smiling faces - and all of the good cheer
You’ve got your petty jealousies - and all your different feuds
Gossip and suspicions and people who are rude
The sign says “Forest Hills - A Wholesome Kind Of Place”
Now I’m not saying by whom - but it was recently defaced
So let the credits roll - and you can use my song
My guess is that for Hollywood - it’s a few seconds too long
Forest Hills Sub was written by Chuck Brodsky.
Forest Hills Sub was produced by J. P. Cormier.
Chuck Brodsky released Forest Hills Sub on Thu Jan 01 2004.