Songwriters: Larson, Jonathan D;Who died?  Our Akita  Evita    You make fun, yet I'm the one  Attempting to do some good  Or do you really want a neighborhood  Where people piss on your stoop every night?    Bohemia, Bohemia's  A fallacy in your head  This is Calcutta  Bohemia is dead    Dearly beloved  We gather here to say our goodbyes  (Dies irae, dies illa)  Here she lies  (Kyrie eleison)  (Yitgadal v'yitkadash)  No one knew her worth  The late great daughter of Mother Earth  On these nights when we celebrate the birth    In that little town of Bethlehem  We raise our glass, you bet your ass to  La vie boheme    La vie boheme  La vie boheme  La vie boheme  La vie boheme    To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing  The need to express, to communicate  To going against the grain, going insane, going mad    To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension  To starving for attention hating convention, hating pretension  Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad    To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits  To fruits, to no absolutes  To Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice  To any passing fad    To being an ?us' for once  Instead of a ?them'  La vie boheme  La vie boheme    Hey mister, she's my sister    So that's five miso soup  Four seaweed salad  Three soy burger dinner  Two tofu dog platter  And one pasta with meatless balls?    Ew  It tastes the same  If you close your eyes    An' thirteen orders of fries  Is that in here?  Wine and beer!    To hand crafted beers made in local breweries  To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese  To leather, to dildos to curry vindaloo  To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou    Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion  Creation, vacation, mucho masturbation    Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new  To Sontag, to Sondheim, to anything taboo    Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage  Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes, to the stage  To Uta, to Buddha, Pablo Neruda, too    Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow  To blow off auntie Em  La vie boheme    Sisters?  We're close    Brothers!    Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens  Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman  German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein  Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana    To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy  Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC  To no shame never playing the fame game  To marijuana    To sodomy, it's between god and me  To S&  Waiter, waiter, waiter  La vie boheme  Waiter    In honor of the death of Bohemia  An impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner  Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular one-night engagement  At The Eleventh Street Lot  Will perform Native American tribal chants, backwards  Through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello  Which she ain't never studied    And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary  About his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days    And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap  Will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance  To the sounds of iced tea being stirred    And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song  That doesn't remind us of ?Musetta's Waltz?    Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris  While accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub    And Collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist  Including the tale of his successful reprogramming  Of the M.I.T. virtual reality equipment  To self-destruct as it broadcast the words  ?Actual reality, act up, fight AIDS?    Excuse me, did I do something wrong?  I get invited, then ignored all night long    I've been trying, I'm not lying  No one's perfect, I've got baggage    Life's too short, babe time is flying  I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine    I should tell you  I've got baggage too  I should tell you  Baggage, wine and beer    AZT break  You?  Me, you?  Mimi      © FINSTER & LUCY MUSIC LTD CO; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.;    these lyrics are submitted by Lunax  these lyrics are last corrected by Miller