Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains - "No Trespassing" Waltz Lyrics

And it's true that we're teenage fools,
trading five days a week to work and school.

Justto sneak around on weekends watching for the cops, to dance in abandoned parking lots, and call these cracks in the system a revolution.

Butto the Vanguard Party that's criticizing: what have you been up to the Soviet Union?

when you're not starving, life is just the mechanics of eating.

talking to you is raw eternity, but what isn't these days?

and if our only gift is this dark black void, to me that's okay.

Becauseour nihilism is the terrorist wing of youthful apathy:

burn everything down just to drink in the ruins of what used to be an American city.

So if it's all the same, then I'll pass out tonight still hating punk rock,

but in love with you and the kitchen floor that you let me sleep on.

There's whiskey in my bottle!

and you know there's enough for you.

I'll join you in that grave you're digging if there's room enough for two.

where there's no risk of death, life is just the logistics of breath.

tomorrow I'll wake up in a ditch

with every friend that ever meant anything

lying right there next to me.

Tomorrow I'll wake up in a ditch
with every friend that ever meant anything
on the opposite side of the country

But I still wouldn't trade anything
for the nights when the rain promised us
at 2 AM in some burnout industrial shell of a town
that will never be dry again

And I'll keep walking, and running, and drinking
towards a day that I can see suicide as a tragedy.