The Vindictives

I ain't got no home No place to roam I ain't got a home No place to roam I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home I got a voice And I love to sing I can sing like a bird And I can sing like a frog I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wo

Everything I've got has certain places to go. A shelf for this and a drawer for that thing. A special something for that special someone, A little room where people leave me alone. Now I'm putting items into their spots. I can fit this lid directly o

Posing like a statue sitting in my office chair Typing letters for computer eyes to sorta read drifting like an odor Now I'm blending in with the air I'm becoming more and more of what I've got to be. I'm invisible I'm floating floating past the home

I've got your picture of me and you You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too" I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do Oh it's in color Your hair is brown Your eyes are hazel And soft as clouds You've got me turning up and turn

I went to a party at the local county jail, All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail. But the guys were indiscreet, They were brawling in the street. At the local dance at the local county jail. Well the band were playing, And the booze b