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Albums:

At the Crossroads: A Benefit for Homeless Youth (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Homeless (Marina Kaye) · Voice of the Homeless, Vol. 2: I'll Be Home for Christmas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Drunk 'n' Homeless (Breakout Blues) · Silverwolf Homeless Project [1995] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Silverwolf Homeless Project [2003] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · In Harmony with the Homeless (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Homeless for the Holidaze (An Ensemble of Lonesome Fellas) · Homeless (Behind the Scenes) · Homeless Brother (Don McLean) – and 90 other albums »


Words by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 10:30-37, 1 John 3:17

Where are the amber waves of grain
When one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain
on the front lawn
I come by to turn the sprinklers on
Just tryin' to keep up the place
Get a knuckle sandwich right in my face
Kill my tenant
He ain't worth
someone cares for what you do so let's show
Political prisoners, homeless humans, organizations
Various movements
That the people in America have some
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
Living in circles like we're dreaming

Here's Capt'n Tom, he's with the CIA
He keeps us safe and sound from foreign enemy
He sells them guns and bombs
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out
eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'

CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
looked in my car
Bitch, I was homeless, I slept in a jar
And Dirty Management, I wish y'all the best
But me and my niggas had to do what's best, it was
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...

("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")

...And he laid