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