New Mexico Malls

Artist: Johnny Hobo and The Freight Trains Song: New Mexico Song Album: Caught in the Act of Not Being Awesome Lyrics: As he lights an American spirit He asks how I can smoke such shit I say there’s nothing like chaining GPC ciggarettes. Cuz any smokes will kill ya But these will make you feel like it. I sit back down, on the parking lot curb And remember back to February The trip to Hartford And five minutes ago He was passed out on the staircase Trying to make it to his appartment but not making it all the way. And now he’s driving us 100 miles an hour down the interstate Another beer in his hand Swearin’ we won’t be late. That was before everyone moved to New Mexico. They all left a couple of months ago Until the day my friend When I sleep on the floor of your van again I’ll be waiting in this parking lot, and in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching to many miles. We aren’t revolutionaries, but we are the revolution. And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you And maybe we’d all be better off if that was true Cuz then we’d at least know where we stand And we could tell our comrades apart from the man cuz if the world isn’t that simple Maybe this town is at least And if I’m not marching with them for war I’m sure not marching with you for peace Class traitor? What fucking ever! I’m just another middle class kid, too. But if I’m not good at changing, I’m good at self …