Hobo In The Snow

The sight of a housewife in a dress
Cleaning up a mess
Like a good woman should
I'd jerk off to if I could
But I'm too cold to care
I'm running out of air
The frigid chills freeze my hair
And they're pointing and laughing at me over there!

I zip up my fly
Run for the hills
Fearing I'm gonna die
Cuz I know winter kills
When it spills chills
On you mercilessly like you're popping pills
God, it gives me thrills!

I know I'm a psycho-path
Peeking through a window
Looking at a woman's ass
But how else am I suppose to get a glimpse
Of the goods?
Imma broke hobo with no class
I have to act fast
To satisfy any urges in contrast
With normal people's because they can push it past
I can't, because I finished last

I didn't become
Like this because I'm dumb
I became so because I accidentally shot my sister
With a shotgun
Now I'm on the run
From the law and all spoilers of fun
Like the teachers in school that tell you:
'NO CHEWING GUM!'
See I've been to school
But it wasn't cool
So I dropped out and played the fool

I make it over the hills and into the woods
Back to my life of eating squirrels and wiping my ass with oakwood