Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains - The politics of holy shit i just cut my hand on a bottle

^CHe talks about n^Gothing using t^Emoo many wo^Frds. ^CHe talks rev^Golution f^Emor an h^Four without u^Csing ^Gany ve^Emrbs. ^{F C}She acts the r^Gage which is m^Emost of her pro^Fblem. In ^Clove with every^Gone until she w^Emakes up tom^Forrow. ^CAnother S^Gaturday n^Emight. ^{F C}Another fucking sh^Gitty Satu^Emrday n^Fight.

^CI'm sitting in the next r^Emoom, Slurring al^Fong to my iso^Glation At the top of my lun^Cgs. I'm sitting here n^Emext to you. Sore t^Fhroat from jokes about a^Gll the dumbest things I've done.

^CI don't ^Amwanna, ^Fbe anyw^Ghere at all ^CHere or ^Amat my h^Fouse ki^Gcking at the wall ^CIf home is where the h^Ameart is Then I l^Five in my upper ^Gchest. ^CI'm gonna d^Frink until these t^Cears Start ^Gto taste like the cheap beer. ^CI'm gonna dr^Fink tonight until these t^Cears Start ^Gto taste like the cheap beer.

^CThe bottles are s^Gtacked like they s^Emhow how we're di^Ffferent. ^CAnd that maybe if^G we were so^Ember ^F We could exp^Clain what ^Gthis all m^Emeant.^{F C}But pints of ^GVodka don't ^Emwrite p^Foetry. You ^Ccan't rearr^Gange crushed pills i^Emnto melodi^Fes. ^CBut I swear to fu^Gck; ^EmThat a brick through a broken S^Ftarbucks window means ^Cmore. And I swear to f^Guck; That we fi^Emght more systems when w^Fe're passed out on the fl^Coor. Than the words of Kr^Gopotkin ever could. And a^Emll the works of Karl Marx e^Fver fucking could.

^CI'm puking in the next r^Emoom. ^FSorry about the carpet, Clean it ^Gup or your mom'll be ^Cmad. I'm pretending that I'm ^Emtoo good for you. So you c^Fan't see the worthless pat^Ghetic person I am.

^CBetter to seem like an asshole, ^GThan what you are. ^EmThe billionth teenage boy with social problems ^FTo plays the guitar.

^CI'm not sure what I ^Amwant you to say to me. But ^FI know the look on your f^Gace that I want to see. ^CIf home is where the h^Ameart is Then m^Fine is a ci^Ggarette. ^CI'm gonna d^Frink until these t^Cears Start ^Gto taste like the cheap beer. ^CI'm gonna dr^Fink tonight until these t^Cears Start ^Gto taste like the cheap beer.

I'm ^Cnot you and t^Ghat's good en^Emough for m^Fe. The o^Cnly w^Gord that I ^Emuse is f^Fuck, So you can ^Cforget the d^Gictionar^Emy. ^F

^CI can't t^Gell what q^Emuestion you're a^Fsking. ^CI don't c^Gare 'cause ^Emno is my ^Fanswer.

^CAnother S^Gaturday n^Emight. ^{F C}Against eve^Grything on Sa^Emturday^F night.

^CI'm bleeding in the next r^Emoom. ^FLet it happen 'cause maybe the b^Glood-loss will add to my h^Cigh. I'm here beating ^Emup on you. 'cause I'm j^Fust drunk enough to be s^Gure that I'm ready to die. ^CI don't ^Emcare that you d^Fon't care that ^GI don't care. ^CThe only card game I^Em know is strip so^Flita^Gire.

^CIf home is where the ^Amheart is I go^Ft evicted t^Ghis week. ^CI'm gonna d^Frink until these t^Cears Start ^Gto taste like the cheap beer. ^CI'm gonna dr^Fink tonight until these t^Cears Start ^Gto taste like the cheap beer.