Every village has a church and every town should have a pub His mother dragged him to the priest to show the love of god But if you crawl beneath the crown you better remember your way up All the nameless suits they're quietly passing by Wearing all the finest tweed the payment for a lie sometimes they throw a penny down to find salvation before they die
He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He is a humble king who has lost his crown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown
Being a little child your future's just a dream Trying to be special trying to break out of the scheme But would you really dream of losing the society's esteem? You should hear his story first before you jump to a conclusion In a world of brilliant lies nothing seems to be proven His destiny could meet your fate and destroy your world full of illusion
He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He is a humble king who has lost his crown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown
When you take a closer look He's still wearing the clothes of a cook He worked in a 5 star restaurant and realized “that's not what I want” He started his own company Where his employees got a higher fee But all his kindness turned His company got burned Now he's laying here Numb from months of fear He's lost everything he had Have you thought of that?
Have you ever thought of that?
He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He can't pay for a better tweed His only fortune is his own heartbeat He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown Mitchelstown MitchelstownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
