A Band Room Of One's Own

My buddy Trouble Anna had a punk band named Bananas She's a tornado with teeth and she needs a place to sleep There's friendly ghosts below her belt inside her belly when she sings And Love and War are either & either or or & or And Love and War are either & either or or & or Under hot lights of open mic night She's with Christ against all the stupid Christians Bananas fell apart and Anna finally got her start Anna made out like a bandit And Love and War are either & either or or & or And Love and War are either & either or or & or Singing in her own strange laughing language She's with Marx against all the stupid Marxists Singing "Babies and Old People Look the Most Like Monkeys"