When my feet touch down on the foreign land I buried all my money in a coffee can
And I´ve been hobo skipping just to hide from the weather Only got two pennies better rub them together Because I keep it on my sleeve I wear it on my shirt I got a living room full of dust and dirt And it´s a jumped up living in the city of smoke I better suck it up before I´m gonna fly
When my shoes got holes in the cobble streets And now it feels like heaven underneath my feet
I´m like a lone crusader on a holy endeavour Living 5 pound daily in a charity sweater Because I´m beating on my drum I´m tapping on my knee A street rat jamming to a Beck CD You know I still got rhythm if I don´t get paid And i don´t give a shit if I´m gonna fly