A House Is Not a Motel - Arthur Lee, Shack

At my house I’ve got no shackles

You can come and look if you want to

In the halls you’ll see the mantles

Where the light shines dim all around you

And the streets are paved with gold and if

Someone asks you, you can call my name

You are just a thought that someone

Somewhere somehow feels you should be here

And it’s so for real to touch

To smell, to feel, to know where you are here

And the streets are paved with gold and if

Someone asks you, you can call my name

You can call my name

I hear you calling my name yeah all right now

By the time that I’m through singing

The bells from the schools and walls will be ringing

More confusions, blood transfusions

The news today will be the movies for tomorrow

And the water’s turned to blood, and if

You don’t think so

Go turn on your tub

And if it’s mixed with mud

You’ll see it turn to gray

And you can call my name

I hear you calling my name