Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains - New Mexico Song lyrics

As he lights an American spirit He asks how I can smoke such sh** I say there's nothing like chain smoking GPC cigarettes Because any smokes will k** ya But these will make you feel like it I sit back down On the parking lot curb And remember back to February The trip to Hartford When five minutes ago He was pa**ed out on the staircase Trying to walk to his apartment But not making it all the way And now he's driving us 100 miles an hour down the interstate Another beer in his hand Swearing we won't be late That was before everyone moved to New Mexico They all left a couple of months ago Until the day my friend When I sleep on the floor of your van again I'll be waiting in this parking lot And in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching to many miles We aren't revolutionaries, but we are the revolution And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you And that maybe we'd all be better off if that were true Because then at least we'd know where we stand And we could tell our comrades apart from the man But if the world isn't that simple Maybe this town is at least And if I'm not marching with them to war I'm sure not marching with you for peace Cla** traitor? What f**ing ever! I'm just another middle cla** kid, too But if I'm not good at changing, I'm good at self loathing So I'll cla** hate myself with you May our only occupation be not having a job May the only co*ktails that we make be Molotov May that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how It starts in this parking lot, and in my dreams, I am dirty broke beautiful and free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching too many miles