[00:04.77]Johnny hobson was a good man
[00:07.95]He used to loan me books and mic stands
[00:09.45]He even got me a subscription
[00:14.70]To the socialist review
[00:15.36]Listening to records in his basement
[00:20.82]Old folk songs about the government
[00:29.01]It's love of money not the market
[00:33.75]He said these f**kers push on you
[00:35.49]And freedom yells it don't cry
[00:38.13]Whatever selves will decide
[00:54.54]But there's no hell when you die
[01:12.66]So don't look so worried
[01:14.28]He got a night life lost his day job
[01:24.72]Pushing papers swinging pendulums
[01:25.65]Anything to serve the function
[01:27.21]Or to occupy some time
[01:30.21]You gotta earn this living somehow
[01:35.40]You're good as dead without a bank account
[01:49.83]But it's funny how that life has felt down
[01:55.02]In that unemployment line
[01:55.65]With all that trash at his feet
[02:01.44]The pools of piss in the street
[02:10.16]All of that filthy empathy
[02:11.88]For the way we're feeling
[02:14.97]Don't worry
[02:16.02]Don't worry
[02:16.77]Don't worry
[02:18.42]The billboards shade
[02:20.10]The flags they wave
[02:20.52]The anthem's playing loud
[02:23.58]The baseball game was letting out
[02:25.02]And all at once
[02:26.49]You saw the dust and hurt
[02:30.45]And turned the sound
[02:31.62]Got in his truck and turned around
[02:32.37]Drove out through the crowd and the cops
[02:42.03]Drove out past that center mall
[02:44.79]Drove out past that sickening sprawl
[02:45.60]Out past that fenced in gold
[02:49.74]And maybe he lost control
[02:53.97]F**king with the radio
[03:13.59]But I bet the stars seem so close
[03:20.07]At the end
[03:21.36]At the end
[03:22.11]At the end
[03:24.21]At the end