Work For Food Lyrics - Singles - 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 paranoid, 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