A place where society doesn't have control, we live without our minds, we live within our soul.
No rules of man to say something's wrong, we sit around the fire and we each sing a song.
Food is never plenty but we get by, we'd rather have barely enough than listen to them lie.
Hobo Hill we call our little world that's forgotten by man, do you think you can make it when you bring the planet down? We know we can.
Written by Johnny Blade
Posted on 11-26-12
Posted on 11-26-12
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