This one is for you, Kells...
Oh, give me a home where the hobos can roam
Where the homeless and the meth heads play
Where seldom is heard an intelligible word
And their eyes are just cloudy all day
Hobos, hobos on the range
Where the tweakers and the coked out hookers play
Where often is heard, “got spare change, you fascist turd?”
Fascinating little ditty.
