Hobo Santa

Legs propped up… Eyes closed… Night wind on my face… Taking turns at the wheel High on Gasoline fumes Cigarette Hotel Rooms Laughing Our balls Off We were Tripping on High Reached the West coast Threw up in the ocean Heads in motion [Chorus] Hobo Santa How'd you get here? Your eyes Happy, Angry, Sad, No Fear Popcorn in our hands at 2am Us watching Him? Watching Them? Hobo Santa standing before us With his wagon of books Pointing at the people inside They were Terrified Mouthing "You, yeah you" As he pointed at them He turned to us Smiled and said "I just like to fuck with them" His eyes were somehow happy, angry, and sad All at the same time How did he get here? How did we get here? 2am Watching him Watching them [Chorus] Speeding through Kansas 90 miles an hour Stopped with a warning Fast food joints Churches Cash Now Pawn Shops Neverending cycle [Chorus] Mount Rushmore Former Glory Ice Road Rockies Woke up to the Arizona Desert Sun Coke and Candy Got Back Home Work in the morning Rushed and Pushed Through this Life Slow the fuck down Smell the roses Stop buying shit Hug em and Kiss em As much as you can [Chorus]