Hobo Rocket

Echo out the background a bit, right?

And to bring it like more focused

And you got it

That's it, that's just as good as anybody

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

When my feet touch down on a foreign land

I buried all my money in a coffee can

And I've been hobo skipping just to hide from the weather

Only got two pennies better rub them together

Because I keep it on my sleeve

I wear it on my shirt

I got a living room full of dust and dirt

And it's a jumped up living in the city of smoke

I better suck it up before I

Gonna fly on my hobo rocket

Hey

Not a dime

Nothing in my pocket, yeah

Hey

When my shoes got holes in the cobble streets

And it feels like heaven underneath my feet

I'm like a lone crusader on a holy endeavor

With a five pound daily and a charity sweater

Because I'm beating on a drum

I'm tapping on my knee

A street rat gem into a Beck CD

You know I still got rhythm if I don't get paid

And I don't give a shit if I

Gonna fly on my hobo rocket

Hey

Not a dime, nothing in my pocket yeah

Hey

Alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright

I tell them what I tell them

And I do it every night

Ah yeah

Ah yeah

Yeah