Well they came and they corrupted
And they took what was theirs
Your sorrow and your pity
Leavem em upstairs
You might think that it matters
But it ain't like before
Mr Alice doesnt live here anymore
Where that old d**tore was
Is now a museum
Everyone's changed
You can't hardly see em
All the piano players
Have gone off to war
Mr Alice doesnt live here anymore
Now the chimney is rotten
And the wallpaper's torn
The garden in the back
Won't grow no more corn
The windows are boarded
With paper machet
And even the dog
Just ran away
Judy Collins went downstairs
With her brother Phil
Jukebox blasting
Bloody Marys on the windowsill
His sister and his brother
Are waitng by the door
But that old maggot doesn't live here no no more