Texty:
Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains

've been smokin' bongs, and I've been singin' songs, and I've been livin' for too long, oh, don't you know. And well, I don't wanna smoke this bong, and

against forces we know will destroy us before they really know were there. im fighting for something between apocolaypse and liberation. im struggling with something between apathy and desperation. and

And so you're asking me who does the dishes after the revolution; well, we do our own dishes now, we'll do our own dishes then. And it's always the ones

wine. Well I can do just what I want, And that's get drunk in Vermont Down by the bridge with the Colt 45 Sipping and watching them pigs drive by, drive by And

Well, I've been workin' on becoming what I am in this bus terminal bathroom. And these days I dream like I live; off trash, and stamp gray hound passes

Well one of thses days, you know I'm gonna get my ass kicked. And I'm not gonna try and promise you that I'm not gonna deserve it. But your boyfriend

This is a love song to the rubble we've been building and to everything broken, or breaking, or falling apart, like we are. And well I don't think that

Well I am a one man rent strike and your couch is my picket line Well I'm eating acid for breakfast and puking all over the sidewalk this time But mostly

I've got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow. Know what to worry about, and nowhere to go. I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache. I'