Jill Sobule Attic
Would you have hidden me in your attic That's the question, I'd like to know Would you have climbed up to serve me dinner Well I hope so When the jack-booted men Wore those great uniforms Would you have wanted the blackest Would you have hidden me in your attic If let's say in some cafe We saw the tanks roll by Would you take my hand and lead me Cross the border line Would you have hidden me in your attic If the neighbors accused me of casting spells And bowing down to the gods in hell You would leave me there alone Or would you cast the very first stone You'd be there to ease my pain Or pack me on that awful train Would you have hidden me in your attic That's the question I'll never know Would you have climbed up to serve me dinner Well I hope so