Yard Bull - Mike Patton, Jean-Claude Vannier

It takes a nation’s greed

To do nothing

And make it all look wrong

No desire anymore

Leave me alone

And let the ravens roam

Surfing a concrete wave

A subterranean cave

And what’s the difference now?

The tramp, the tames, the iron trail

Czar of the rails

Is never for sale

Who, who knows (Who knows?)

Where (Where) the hobo goes?

Who, who knows (Who knows?)

Where (Where) the hobo goes?

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Who, who knows

Where the hobo goes?

Who, who knows?

The tracks stitched like seams

On a blanket of dreams

The lonesome whistle blows

Arrive and disappear

Like a windward fear

The wanderlust, she calls

Find your own boxcar

Like Harry Partch

Slow engines to a crawl

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Skyscrapers, corn fields

Old orange peels

Like pages in a book

We’re floating state by state

See you on the freights

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