Dramarama - Work For Food Lyrics
Yeah well no one really understands,A shopping cart is filled with cans,And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a hornAnd a poster and some magazinesWith my picture, and some magic beansAnd a blanket that I got when I was bornDifferent people do the same things everydayAnd I just look the other wayBut I keep on rollin',I keep on rollin'.....I deny a problem with my attitudeCause I will work for foodYeah I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'.....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-threeNow she's gone up to heaven, to see Dad.Sheriffs came with pistols and on their stary sleevesGimme thirty days to leaveAnd I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'.....No one wants to pay for me my broken heartSo now I've got this shopping cartAnd I keep on rollin', I jeep on rollin'....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 hornAnd a poster and some magazinesWith my picture, and some magic beansAnd a blanket that I got when I was bornDifferent people do the same things everydayI just look the other wayAnd I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'....And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'...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...
