we gotta leave all of these things
leave them right where they are
ain't nothin' but crap we bought
on your credit card
we gotta leave this house
it just a bank loan on bricks
home is where your heart is honey
tonight it's a motel 6
our dog don't come when we call
and there's alligators in the outlet mall

you're spraying water on the shingles
baby any fool knows
you can not fight a forest fire
with a garden hose
the sky is turning black
here in the sunshine state
there ain't no sun that i can see
hurry honey it's getting late
we're under a thick gray pall
and there's alligators in the outlet mall

they're staring at the cashier with their alligator grins
they're scratching at the plate glass trying to get in
there ain't nobody to call
when there's alligators in the outlet mall

i have my suspicions
ain't no smoke without fire
it's burning all the way to daytona
lately you're always tired
you say you gotta step out for a while
i ask where you gotta go
you say it ain't nothin' important
i say tell me something i don't know
you're making no sense at all
and there's alligators in the outlet mall

©2003 Mike West

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