the vagabond philosophy
takes the yellow brick road
to get a frontal lobe lobotomy
i'm a poster boy for hypocrisy
preach the gospel
of the wild, hostile breed
but i'm a billboard for monotony
the starving artist's broken creed
the objective-subjective dichotomy
to make a living or live on the street
to make life speak
with clinched fists and ground teeth
hide or go seek
blink blink
another day, another dollar
fury for fodder
no marriage and no mortgage
and no son and no daughter
oil the industry
tap your feet
blink blink
i work all night
and i work all day
i'm wasting
just wasting away
i have no point, no purpose, no game
i have nothing
oh nothing else to say
here comes johnny
go johnny go
all work and no play
makes jack want to smoke
jack fell down the hill
jack has braincells to kill
jack! get cash! go buy some dope!
goodbye high hopes
goodnight cruel world
tighten up the rope, jack
or hit the fucking road