I ain't ever hopped a train
I ain't ever tapped a vein
But I've spent the best years of my life living like a hobo
I'm a junkie for adulation
It's my driving motivation
I just want to be loved and to be left alone
I just want to be free. I just wanna be home.
And if I'm honest with myself I don't like the conversation
I'm lazy and apathetic and I aint got the motivation
To do anything other then what I wanna do
No one cares but I've got something that I need to prove
I've got something to prove!

I go from city to city screaming words at a crowd
Boozing when the voices in my head get too loud
Is this enough? What will be enough
I hate small talk and social graces
I hate putting people in their places
But I've learned to act strong even when i don't feel it
And I've learned to admit when I'm wrong so that I can heal it
I am addicted to distractions
Self indulgent and a glutton for sin
I assume the worst in strangers
Because I've been burned cthrough my skin
I ain't here to make friends I'm here to get paid
So if you aint moving with me then move the fuck out of my way
Move the fuck out of my way!

I'm self employed and i hate the boss
buy my freedom everyday but still berate the cost
I don't know who I am, just who I want to be
When the student becomes the teacher
When the meek inherit the earth
I'll still be looking for some purpose that's not inside a bottle or a mother fucking church
God damnit, I won't sit around and wait to die. Christ was a man and so am I. So you can love with all your heart but if they don't like what you're saying then you still might end up crucified