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fightHobo
junk
march
Portland
song
stomp
synth-accordion
Lyrics:
Pierre got busted down on Market street
They didn't like the gaps in his punk rock teeth
So they called him a bum
then they called the police
who charged him with missing a beat
When you pass by Jerry
Don't look him in the eye
one of them's glass and the other ain't right
you can still find him down on the corner of Burnside turning sivler into wine
those in the suits they've got something to prove
they don't like tripping over nothing to lose
so they call in those with the well polished shoes
who've been known to disapprove
If the meek shall inherit the earth
then the meekest of them all will get there first
I sit atop my throne
we'll gather in the crosswalk and we'll never have to be alone
We'll bathe in the sun of the neon lights
we'll float down the river in a shopping cart
we'll try not to see what we really look like
in the glow of the liquor-mart
we'll wash from the windows all of our sins we'll pull jesus of the cross and put him back to work
we'll go fishing in the basins of the dried up rivers
and we'll water the ground with dirt
Well line on the sidewlaks and slosh around...to sing our hobo fight song
So when the chours gets to the gates of your house
You'd best be singing along
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