Unanswered Prayers - G.B.H.

Well they paid him the advance

And waited for the book

But the writer didn’t care none

No he didn’t give a F. F. F. F

Fortune squandered

He’s drugged up bad

They called him insane

The called him a fag

Somewhere in the city

Unanswered prayers

Somewhere in the city

One man, one man dared

He’s got 'em searching the attic

And tearing down walls

Emptying cupboards

And ripping up floors

I know it’s here

A secret told

I’ll tell ya it’s true man

It’s literate gold

Slurring speech

In interviews

Looking a little fat

Bloodshot eyes

Don’t forget the hat

I know it’s here

A secret told

I tell ya' it’s true man

Only he knows

Only he knows

Only he knows where to bulldoze