Hometown Gypsy
Drivin’ up the coastTo find a version of the truthLeft the backdoor swingingLike a dirty little slueth
The truth is I have never leftFelt half this aliveNow it’s time to danceUpon the grave called 45
Jacked up on some KerouacAnd surely bulletproofThe Girl who taught me what to doWas missing her front tooth
Gentle as a stormInside your mental healthI want to find the answerBut I just can’t find myself
I say so longTo the way I playedThe way I playedInside of yesterday
Hey let’s run aroundThe great escapeFrom out of my hometown
Later I would look for loveInside a woman’s dormA couch to keep me humbleAnd her breath to keep me warm
Ophelia was the girlThat I was feeling forCome to realizeIt was me who was the whore
A captain lost himselfInside a 40 year old skullThe drink of choice was knowledgeAnd we always wanted more
Drunken sailorsSeeking their GeronimoInstead they found the thingsThat they really didn’t want to know
Country roadsWould never let me stayThe way I playedInside of yesterday
A devil’s growl and cat’s meowWere blended into oneTermites called suburbanitesWere eating all the fun
A juggernaut of comedyAnd blasphemyI wanna stop the madnessBut I think it has to be
Hey let’s run aroundThe great escapeFrom out of my hometown