Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains
Free as the Rent We Don't Pay
Well we can do just what we please, But we can never turn on the heatAnd every night's a blackout in this placeWe get the bills, but we don't pay, no, we don't payAnd I guess you're right 'cause all of my friends are drug addictsAnd I guess you're right 'cause this really is a pretty gross mattressBut I'd rather sleep with junkies than with angelsAs the moonlight turns all of us to werewolvesAnd sunrise, it's just a gorgeous bedtime, The way the light hits the cheap wine.Well I can do just what I want, And that's get drunk in VermontDown by the bridge with the Colt 45 Sipping and watching them pigs drive by, drive byAnd I guess you're right 'cause we're just a bunch of alcoholicsAnd I guess you're right 'cause we ain't taking down the system tomorrowSometimes anarchy should mean burning a black flag And utopia should mean no paper bagsAnd maybe our hundred drunk mistakes Could add up to smash the State, smash the StateSmash the State! And I hope that is the case, 'Cause otherwise we'll never get out of this place.
From Letras Mania