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»