HOBO CHILD (NO DEPOSIT NO RETURN)

Well I sit down next to a fountain
in a park by an old trash can.
Said, I sit down next to a fountain
in a park by an old trash can.
Well I pick my dinner out of the garbage
might even shit in the play sand.

‘Cuz I’m a hobo child,
Lord knows I’m a hobo child! Oh hell yeah!

I don’t mean to take my sweet time
I’m just fucked up in so many ways.
I don’t mean to take my sweet ass time
I’m just fucked up in so many ways.
I can’t move fast enough in this world
and I won’t in the next one...
but don’t you hate
don’t you hate!

‘Cuz I’m a hobo child,
Lord knows I’m a hobo child! Ah, suck it!

©2007 Lyrics by Jon Kinyon (Deja Voodoo Music)

Notes: Even deep down in the gutter, men are able to find pride of which to boast. In this case, it is the actual condition of being down and out. Hobo's (as opposed to homeless people) are traditionally romanticized in literature and sometimes even in popular culture - this label actually becomes a badge of honor to some.