Life of a Hobo
Walking along the road
Pushing the metal cart
Having to be in a useless life mode
I am a hobo with a broken heart
Finding new things everywhere
Picking up random things and putting them in my cart
I even found a new pair of underwear
I told my wife that we would never be apart
I am an uncleaned man
I remember the times when I took a shower
And going to the living room to sit in front of the fan
I sat there for an hour
Thinking about the old times
And the new times too
Fighting all this nasty, stinky grime
Makes me feel blue
I think I should have stayed in school
Probably wouldn't be a hobo in this situation
Maybe I thought I was too cool
I should have filled out that application
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