Shemp Hobo God
Things you tell me
So unlikely
Where I used to be
Where the light is green
Youth it renders no surrender
I can’t go on
I can’t act strong
When it rains I
Count the days
As if I Had a place
As if I Had a face
Won’t you tell me
Where I should be
Where I should be
Hobo God
All this time
Get a job
All of your kind
Hobo god
All of this time
Get a job
All of your kind
