Word for Food - Dramarama

Yeah well no one really understands,

A shopping cart is filled with cans,

And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn

And a poster and some magazines

With my picture, and some magic beans

And a blanket that I got when I was born

Different people do the same things everyday

And I just look the other way

But I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'…

I deny a problem with my attitude

Cause I will work for food

Yeah I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'…

I wasn’t always pararnoid,

Sang a song on Uncle Floyd,

But the records, never sold, and that was bad.

And my Mommy still took care of me,

Till I was almost thirty-three

Now she’s gone up to heaven, to see Dad.

Sheriffs came with pistols and on their stary sleeves

Gimme thirty days to leave

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'…

No one wants to pay for me my broken heart

So now I’ve got this shopping cart

And I keep on rollin', I jeep on rollin'…

On.on, and on, and on, and on, and on…

Yeah well no one really understands,

A shopping cart is filled with cans,

And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn

And a poster and some magazines

With my picture, and some magic beans

And a blanket that I got when I was born

Different people do the same things everyday

I just look the other way

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'…

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'…

On… on, and on and on, and on, and on…

On, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and on and on…