Desperate Times Hobo Prose
DESPERATE TIMESEverything he says, he lies, things he says he lies, He says them just to lie
Won’t let me look him in the eye, look him in the eye, try, he closes off his eyes
His friends are all around, friends they do surround, His friends they all came down
To comfort, say goodbye, a comforting goodbye, never know when he will try again
Cause now they don’t know when, we’ll see you again, won’t see you again
Then his girl comes in, fingers to his chin, then he starts to grin
He needs comfort he needs love, not people up above, not those people up above
But Every word he speaks his false, words he speaks as false, words he speaks are false
He stopped telling time cuase he couldn’t lie, cause he used to lie about telling time
He stopped telling lies, couldn’t find the time, time to tell the tangible lies
Now he’s in desperate times, he’s in desperate times, he’s in desperate times –
Now he's Gotta find a lie, tangible little lie so he can get by -----
He’s been killed off by his peers, with scissorhanded shears, causes him no tears.
He’s shed so many tears, enough to last for years, what else to you really need to know.
Don’t believe he’s fine, Don’t believe his lies, when he says he fine.
He’ll cut you in your sleep, rest of us will weep and we’ll all be here much longer than we’d planned.
If he could have it his way – guess she woulda stayed, guess she would stayed, guess she woulda stayed
But He misses her today, yeah misses her today – days the day she left without saying goodbye
