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He spent 15 years getting loaded
15 years till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said: "what you been thinkin bout?"
Bob said : "thats the point! i wasn't thinkin bout nothing,
now i gotta do something else."
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Spent his time somebody shaved his head
He got a new identity.
62 air holed conditioned boots and a girl who rides a scooter
To take him out....
.....of town
They would get away
Runnin around
As the trucks drive by you can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
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Drive through the night with no end in sight.Ten hour shift with ten hours left.A rainy day when we pull into LA.Dreaming of my home three thousand miles away.Then I woke up in Southern California.A world away from the only life I've known.I'll spend a month stuck in California.People all around me but I never felt so alone.Hollywood is nice but it will never be my home sweet home.Three more weeks in La Mirada.Money's running out and it's gonna get harder.Wastin' my days away.Today I woke up at three, tomorrow we'll do the same.Put on my aftershave, get dressed and out the door by 4:58.We hit
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I'm wandering the town all light off
I don't know where I'm leaving for
the muddy rain start to fall on me
and I'm walking down to subway
I can't see all around me
get me out of here
talk to me if someone is in this darkness
I'm out of my head
out of my mind
tell me where I'm what's going on, oh please
something is hiding me off
is this the wall of my heart
I have been lost so many things I've got
for long time I've been searching for my way
I carry on, carry on ...
I'm so spiting to their ugly heart
to this so stood world
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tonight you've caught your breath
you've lost your american spirit
if only i could catch my death yeah
jus' give me long enough to fear it
her talk ain't like the other girls
she takes my livin' at a glance
we hear the locust's rasp back and forth
an' through the thoughts the past does dance
do i waste my time
yeah well you know it
an' as i stroll through the room
see my features show it
feel the hand on my shoulder
yeah it calls me to dwell
take a breath hard an' clear yeah
like a hammer on a church bell
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