Tennessee Williams

Tennessee Williams was a complicated man Who spun this stupid country into symbolism-land He was sad He was alone He turned his tragic family to stories we all know You think you're Laura You're really Tom You say you're Stanley You're Blanche DuBois You're screaming "Stella, Stella, let me home! Stella, Stella, let me home!" Tennessee Williams drank the drink and popped the pills He danced with barbiturates and younger men for thrills He took risks That were known All the while worried he'd end up a withered Rose Tried to be Brick But gentlemen call Can't be Amanda With Dad on the wall You're screaming "Stella, Stella, let me home! Stella, Stella, let me home!" Tennessee Williams is buried in his grave In St. Louis in a cemetery where his mother lays Maybe still sad But not alone He wished to be buried at sea like a sweetly sunken boat You must be Maggie To think you're in control And you can't trust Gooper Not to put you in the hole Screaming "Stella, Stella, let me home Stella, Stella, let me home" The kindness of strangers The kindness of strangers won't let you down It's more likely the kindness of those you know Will run out I said The kindness of strangers The kindness of strangers won't let you down It's more likely the kindness of those you know Will run out Don't act like Laura When you're really Tom It's hard to smile, Mitch, When you're worried for your Mom You're screaming Stella, Stella, let me home! Stella, Stella, let me home!" The kindness of strangers The kindness of strangers won't let you down It's more likely the kindness of those you know Will run out The kindness of strangers The kindness of strangers won't let you down It's more likely the kindness of those you know Will run out The kindness of strangers The kindness of strangers won't let you down It's more likely the kindness of those you know Will run out