I Live In a Car
If wonder if you can see
What this world has done to me
They stripped me bare and took everything
Now there's nothing left, no, not a damned thing
They took my job, my wife and my kids
And the bank foreclosed, I think I flipped my lid
Now the welfare line is all that's left
Yeah, I think I'm dying from this corporate death
I wanna go home, but I can't
Cos now I live in a car
I used to have a lot, I had a chance
But now I'm bleeding a stone
I park by the Wal-Mart every night
Keep my eyes wide open for cops
But my gas is low and I got no home
Cos now-now-now I live in a car
I live in a car
Every night I get in line
I wind up at the food bank
I see all my new friends
The old guys, hookers and junkies on crack
I wanna go home, but I can't
Cos now I live in a car
I used to have a lot, I had a chance
But now I'm bleeding a stone
I park by the Wal-Mart every night
Keep my eyes wide open for cops
But my gas is low and I got no home
Cos now-now-now I live in a car
Yea, I live in a car
By day I push a shopping cart
I comb the alleys looking for cans
People laugh and cops harass
I think I've had about all I can stand
I wanna go home, but I can't
Cos now I live in a car
I used to have a lot, I had a chance
But now I'm bleeding a stone
I park by the Wal-Mart every night
Keep eyes wide open for cops
But my gas is low and I got no home
Cos now-now-now I live in a car
I live in a car [x7]
What this world has done to me
They stripped me bare and took everything
Now there's nothing left, no, not a damned thing
They took my job, my wife and my kids
And the bank foreclosed, I think I flipped my lid
Now the welfare line is all that's left
Yeah, I think I'm dying from this corporate death
I wanna go home, but I can't
Cos now I live in a car
I used to have a lot, I had a chance
But now I'm bleeding a stone
I park by the Wal-Mart every night
Keep my eyes wide open for cops
But my gas is low and I got no home
Cos now-now-now I live in a car
I live in a car
Every night I get in line
I wind up at the food bank
I see all my new friends
The old guys, hookers and junkies on crack
I wanna go home, but I can't
Cos now I live in a car
I used to have a lot, I had a chance
But now I'm bleeding a stone
I park by the Wal-Mart every night
Keep my eyes wide open for cops
But my gas is low and I got no home
Cos now-now-now I live in a car
Yea, I live in a car
By day I push a shopping cart
I comb the alleys looking for cans
People laugh and cops harass
I think I've had about all I can stand
I wanna go home, but I can't
Cos now I live in a car
I used to have a lot, I had a chance
But now I'm bleeding a stone
I park by the Wal-Mart every night
Keep eyes wide open for cops
But my gas is low and I got no home
Cos now-now-now I live in a car
I live in a car [x7]
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Harper, Paul Martin Slack, Nicholas Garratt, Steve Slack, Rory Lions
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