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'