VAGABOND
Polystyrene walls
In the corner of the roof
In the corner of the attic
That we found at my best friends house.
They just got the keys
From the real estate,
So we set about finding secrets
That were hidden in the old man’s house.
Found his zip lock bags,
Little green zip lock bags,
But we didn’t tell our folks,
But they found out
So they broke it down
So they broke it down
They smelt incense
So they prayed over the drum kit.
Flakey paint at the back of the TV,
Blue light is flashing,
Turn it down low.
Stayin' up all night,
Watching action films,
That we saw and we stole,
From the back seat of his old man’s car.
Saw a naked shower,
Through the ceiling fan,
After that I fell in love with your close family friend.
We got splinters
Every time we went in,
And the winter felt so cold,
But it felt like home.
Where you gotta run?
I’ve been tryin' so hard to stay put.
Flakey paint at the back of the TV,
Blue light is flashing,
Turn it down low.
I pretend to watch
As my little fingers,
Wander along the floor,
Under the doona.
I was 9, he was 7,
When I thought was all grown up,
And I kissed his sister’s mouth.
But they sat us down,
And they made a sound,
When my little sister found out,
And told our folks!
Where you gotta run?
I’ve been trying so hard to stay put.
In the attic, where they can see us.
In the attic, where they can see us.
Where you gotta run?
You’ll be a vagabond for your whole life.
Where you gotta run?
And when you get where your going-
A blade of grass like a knife-
And you’ll be asking yourself-
Where’s my family and wife?
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