Johnny Hobo & The Freight Trains – Fuck Cops Lyrics

And I’ll get through this. But I’ll never make that same mistake again! And I guess I travel looking for the perfect method to do so. When I dream of the future, I see an arm full of holes, empty pockets, and a bleeding nose. So he walks to the on-ramp and it seemed like we were in together and just maybe if things went right, it could stay that way forever. I don’t know where home is, but I know that I’m not there now. I don’t know what I want, but I know what I don’t, you bastard. And if you had asked me then I would have slurred; well maybe I’m a little bit drunk. Until I’m falling over. Well he travels so he won’t find a way to destroy himself. I don’t know what’s right. I don’t know what I want, but I know what I don’t, you bastard. I don’t know what’s right, I just know that you’re wrong. When I dream of the future I see smoking crack, watching ten-year-olds buy it. It’s Saturday afternoon and malt liquor is in the mug. But there comes a day where there’s nothing left for you here, wherever here may be and that’s the day that it’s time to go. The alcohol poisoning will pass eventually and I’ll survive again, unfortunately. JOHNNY HOBO & THE FREIGHT TRAINSFuck Cops Lyrics
And everything’s got me down. When I dream of the future I see shots of whiskey and failing health. And I don’t know the answer, but I know that you don’t have it. But it’s alright. Pass more King Cobra until I’m falling over! And I don’t know the answer, but I know that you don’t have it. But sometimes the thumb just isn’t enough to get the f**k out of this town. I don’t know where home is, but I know that I’m not there now. When I dream of the future I see a place with someone to wanna die with. The cops don’t come out ’till night. But when it comes down to it; I’m still the only one sleeping alone! I just know that you’re wrong. Guess I should’ve known better than to think I wasn’t on my own. I’ll vomit up the dope sickness. Now is no time to be sober! When I dream of the future I see a house fallen in on itself. Next to my spangeing jar. I’m not there now. Hacking up a lung filled with blood and tar on a sidewalk next to my spangeing jar. I’m not there now.