Тексты песен «Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains»
Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains - The Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Bottle
He talks about nothing using too many words. He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs. She acts the rage which is most of her problem. In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow. Another Saturday...
Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains - Untitled
Tonight I bury Old William without remorse Because Hell sleeps around and Heaven wants a divorce Tonight I burn my bookshelf to be free Because even a rebel tradition is slavery Tonight I bake my madness a birthday cake...
Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains - Where Is My Coffee? (Where Is It?)
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'm just full of shit In a world that's already filled up with...
Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains - Whiskey Is My Kind Of Lullaby
I was a loner until there were no friends left And before someone offered me drugs You know I was straight edge And everyone quits til you offer them a cigarette Before we learn our lesson Lets see how bad things can...