Living in the rafters of the old school house Alone save the rats and a couple of mouse...s Dining on ditchweed and apple wine He sits in the dust just biding his time" With his plastic trench coat and his burlap slacks He's got your back, it's Hobo Jack Black sheep, scape goat, city bum Loved and feared by everyone Hometown hero and your villain too You always want to talk to him, never want him to talk to you Six inch long yellow fingernails Private cell in the county jail The kiddies call him cool and the squares call him strange The streets around him change he remains the same With his broken nose and his smelly beard He couldn't care less if you jeered or cheered Black sheep, scape goat, city bum Loved and feared by everyone Hometown hero and your villain too You always want to talk to him, never want him to talk to you And he sings: Hey, Come on child Don't be afraid It's just your friendly Neighborhood Hobo J.

Kill a man, fill a man up with wine, No matter either way he die Sure with wine it'll take more time, But days days of liquor and empty praise and he's a lazy man made Then you've not even tried and he has died inside Beware the hand ever giving gifts of praise The hidden hand may well hold a blade One hungry, anxious, eager to make its way Deep inside show you the error of your ways Let not a love leave you dazed, for if oyu're in that state Both deprived and depraved, you just may Fall prey to a cold and lonely heartbreak Beware the lips ever spewing accolades Thoses kisses, they'll end all your days Drip and drop, now there's poison in your veins Deep inside show you the error of your ways Flattery Fflatter me See the blood come from inside

I woke up on the moon today Reflecting on how she once seemed so far away And then I flew back to my brightest blue mother Earth In my home that scraped the sky I layed and wondered why Statues built so tall Should be destined yet to fall As our steeds with the power of many horses Taint the purest rian And as I laid I closed my eyes And time rewind I was in the sky Thrity stories high Below sit a tribe Admiring a treasure That will change their lives Forever and ever It made fire come from the hands When aimed at another man Made him fall Help me I'm on fire Finally did something right I went through dreams of desire Can't control what happens next And we're starting it all over and over Pendulums are swinging Spinning round and round It's just beggining

Doctor please I got a disease Can't you set me free from it I can pay Whatever you need Money ain't no think No sense of worry to me 'Cause I climbed the ladder Up to the top Yeah, I paved my way Now I ain't gonna stop Not for the voices in my head The ones that are screaming at me: "Repent! Repent! Repent!" The nurse she says You got voices in your head Well, I think I know the source I can kill them For a fee, of course But I don't want your money I don't need your dirty dirty gold If you haven't figured it out yet, sonny Jim Let me spell it out for you: I want you mortal fucking soul Well I'd gladly give my soul If it kicks my nagging conscience out the door In fact, I don't consider it a hefty toll In fact, I think of it as Two birds with one stone To kill the voices in my head The ones that are screaming at me: "Repent! Repent! Repent!" And the angels cry They sing a lullaby For the poor pencil pushers, For the broke back-braking laborers And the angels cry They sing a sweet little lullaby For the kind old lady never gets what she's do And the angels cry They sing a sweet little lullaby, a lullaby For the lovers whose heaven's in each other's arms For me and you

Tell all the construction workers To block the streets with cones Tell all the construction workers To tear it down with stones Tell all the construction workers To tear it down, down Tell all the people the world is there's to fix Or there's to kick down Don't tell me the world's goanna be just fine That's a lie Don't tell me the world's goanna be all right That's a lie Tell all the freaks of nature it's nature's retribution Tell all the office zombies to crack the company crowns Tell all the freaks of nature it's their revolution Tell all the ones and zeros to bring the system down Can't all the people see all the blood one their hands? From the sacrificial lamb Please tell me the world's goanna be just fine Tell me a lie If no one is willing to even try I'd rather die The truths we held self-evident Seem rarely to hold precedent Before the cogs the clockwork aims to kill The cogs which are the hopefull, or the hopelessly complacent Unaware that they're adjacent to thr grinding gears of war The grinding gears which shed their fear to fetch the oil that keeps us here Slaving beneath our masters evermore Here our monarchs don not crowns but put on suites for show They ever wear a mask of care to hide what's our's to know Here our slavish collars are not steel, nor do chains now keep us down Instead, with collars white and blue we are to debt and duty bound And so we strap upon our back the great, faultless hulking machines That provide provisions and programs telivisions For it, we are glad to pay a tax For it is our American dream Don't tell me the world's goanna be just fine That's a lie If no one is willing to even try I'd rather die You can't see solutions With closed eyes Please, please try

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