Add to EJ Playlist  A great song by Johnny Hobo & the Freight Trains. They no longer play but Patrick is now in "Wingnut Dishwashers Union" lyrics-They said to just be ourselves but we all knew that was never good enough They said we had every chance but how could we not f*ck it all up? We would spend a lifetime trying to figure out HOW TO MAKE OUR HEARTS STOP BEATING! We would spend a lifetime trying to figure out HOW TO MAKE OURSELVES STOP BREATHING! I remember grade school, and started to notice that i was the only kid sitting alone I remember high school, and started to notice that not much had changed since i was 6 years old I would spend a lifetime trying to figure out HOW TO MAKE MY HEART STOP BEATING! I would spend a lifetime trying to figure out HOW TO MAKE MYSELF STOP BREATHING! stop breathing

Add to EJ Playlist  Artist: Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains Song: Church Hymn For The Condemned Album: Caught in the Act of Not Being Awesome Lyrics: I've got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow. No one to worry about, and nowhere to go. I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache. I'm contemplating rope, but can't tie knots that great. Who needs love? Not me! Who needs friends? I got me! Who needs drugs? Me! Who needs sex? I got me! I've got my twenty ounce, and front row seats to the parking lot. I'm on the corner now, watching them make out a lot. I'd trade in all my pain for all your priceless pillow talk. But I'm not too old enough, and I think I care too much. But who needs love? Not me! Who needs friends? I got me! Who needs beer? Me! Who needs sex? I got me!

Add to EJ Playlist  Artist: Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains Song: Whiskey Is My Kind Of Lullaby Album: Caught in the Act of Not Being Awesome Lyrics: I was a loner until there were no friends left And before someone offered me drugs You know I was straight edge And everyone's quits til you offer them a cigarette Before we learn our lesson Let's see how bad things can get And I'll drink myself to death! Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep! And chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between My aspirations and my apathy. As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye and I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight but it's alright cuz whisky is my kind of lullaby! I was sober all morning til I woke up this afternoon And before someone offered me a job ya know i was gonna get one soon And everyone in this town sleeps til the calender collides with June Before the booze wears off let's take another shot or two And I'll drink myself to death! Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep! Chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between My aspirations and my apathy. As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye and I might sleeping in the ditch tonight But it's alright cuz whiskey is my kind of lullaby

Add to EJ Playlist  Artist: Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains Song: Acid Song Album: Caught in the Act of Not Being Awesome Lyrics: Well if I found god anywhere, it would be by the tracks Face down in a box car, forty in both hands And when I find god there, well just sit and roll some top Cause hell be just as confused as anyone else on this rock I took two tabs of acid yesterday afternoon And I woke up this morning with a torn pair of shoes And found Id ruined my life and everyone elses too I guess this is what my teachers warned me drugs would do But they forgot to mention the way That the morphine makes the pain go away And how Ill always remember the good times in my spine And the holes I burned in my brain with this next line If I found satan anywhere it would be by the tracks Trading souls of kids like me for cheap bags of smack When I find satan there you know I wont be thinking twice Cause at least in hell theres rock n roll and aint no jesus christ And I swear I left my sanity someplace in this mess Crumpled between empty beers and packs of cigarettes Kick my last hope to pieces and just hope for the best I guess this is why my friends warned me against hopelessness But theyre the ones getting laid And Im the one waking up lonely every single day And Ill remember that as I listen to their crap And tell them to fuck off, then hug them after that Well if I found god anywhere it would be by the tracks Huffin whippits down as he watches the trains pass When I find god there Ill watch him pass out throwning up Cause hes cried himself to sleep every night since the one that he made us

Add to EJ Playlist  Artist: Johnny Hobo and The Freight Trains Song: Harmony Parking Lot Song Album: Caught in the Act of Not Being Awesome Lyrics: This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks by a trip to rehab. I'll miss railing pills with you in the park. This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out and stay at their mom's house. I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark. Because tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down in the center of town. And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment station lying vacant. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose. This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the cities down. I'll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire! This one's for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spraypaint and slashed tires. Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your breathe. And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room in the stumbling of your steps. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose!

Add to EJ Playlist  Artist: Johnny Hobo and The Freight Trains Song: Put Arsenic In The Frosting Next Time Album: Caught in the Act of Not Being Awesome Lyrics: Another year gone by, but still I can't say that I learned much I still chug my caffeine, and I still hate God. Another year gone by but still I can't tell why I cry so much. Do I need love or just a blowjob? Cuz it seems like life's a party Where everyone gets drunk and laid but me It's a beautiful night, but I can't say that it helps much Life is still a lengthy suicide pact And its a beautiful night, and that I wished I didn't give a fuck I should have hopped that train, then never looked back Cuz it seems like life's a party, where everyone gets drunk and laid, but me. It seems like life's a party, where everyone's to fucking smashed to leave.

Add to EJ Playlist  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 G-P-C 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 loathing So I'll class hate myself with you. May our only occupation be not having a job And may the only cocktails we make be molotov May that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how It starts 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 too many miles.

Add to EJ Playlist  Myspace: http://www.mysp ace.com/johnnyh obo Lyrics: well we can do just what we please, but we can never turn on the heat. and every night's a blackout in this place. we get the bills, but we don't pay. no, we don't pay. and i guess you're right because all of my friends are drug addicts. and i guess you're right because this really is a pretty gross matress. but i'd rather sleep with junkies than with angels, as the moonlight turns all of us to werewolves. and sunrise, it's just a gorgeous bedtime, the way the light hits the cheap wine. well i can do just what i want, and that's get drunk in Vermont. down by the bridge with the Colt 45, sipping and watching them pigs drive by, drive by. and i guess you're right, because we're just a bunch of alcoholics. and i guess you're right, because we ain't taking down the system tomorrow. but sometimes anarchy should mean burning a black flag, and utopia should mean no paper bags, and maybe our hundred drunk mistakes could add up to smash the state, smash the state smash the state! and i hope that is the case, because otherwise we'll never get out of this place.

Add to EJ Playlist  Lyrics Life's like the feeling when you had a point but forgot it Had a ticket for my train of thought but I lost it God gave me instructions on how to live my life But I could read his handwriting so i burnt them last night But I take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfection I've woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987 I can feel myself slipping away from any chance of redemption But that's okay 'cause if it's where Fallwell goes, then I dont even want any part of heaven A guy on TV offered to save my soul toll free But that would have required getting up off the couch so I was too lazy Instead I wait in the bushes outside of a cop's house holding a twelve guage God isn't dead but I'll get that bastard someday! And I take the beauty of my chaos over any one else's perfection I've still woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987 Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I don't give a shit for redemption But that's okay 'cause if it's where Limbaugh goes then I don't even want any part of heaven Hail satan!