Work For Food

(album: Hi-Fi Sci-Fi - 1993)

Yeah well, no one really understands
A shopping cart is filled with cans
And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn
And a poster and some magazines
With my picture, and some magic beans
And a blanket that I got when I was born

Different people do the same things everyday
And I just look the other way
But I keep on rolling, I keep on rolling...
I deny a problem with my attitude
Cause I will work for food
Yeah, I keep on rolling, I keep on rolling...

I wasn't always pararnoid
Sang a song on Uncle Floyd
But the records, never sold, and that was bad
And my Mommy still took care of me
Till I was almost thirty-three
Now she's gone up to heaven, to see Dad

Sheriffs came with pistols and on their stary sleeves
Gimme thirty days to leave
And I keep on rolling, I keep on rolling...
No one wants to pay for me my broken heart
So now I've got this shopping cart
And I keep on rolling, I jeep on rolling...
On... on, and on, and on, and on, and on...

Yeah well, no one really understands
A shopping cart is filled with cans
And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn
And a poster and some magazines
With my picture, and some magic beans
And a blanket that I got when I was born

Different people do the same things everyday
I just look the other way
And I keep on rolling, I keep on rolling...

And I keep on rolling, I keep on rolling...
On... on, and on and on, and on, and on...
On, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and on and on...