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Fuck cops, bosses, rapists, racists, Presidents, the money
economy, Border Patrol, prisons, cat callers, haters. Go feminists, anarchists, indigenous communities, gift economies, queers bashing back, apolitical violent hoodlums, border crossers, friends, and totally making out for like hours.
—  Pat the Bunny  to the question: “What do you want people to know about you?”
The Politics of Holy Shit I Just Cut Open My Hand On A Broken Bottle
  • The Politics of Holy Shit I Just Cut Open My Hand On A Broken Bottle
  • Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains
  • ELECTREK
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If home is where the heart is

Then I live in my upper chest.

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The bottles are stacked like they show how we’re different.

And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant.

But pints of Vodka don’t write poetry.

You can’t rearrange crushed pills into melodies.

I'm not a good person
  • I'm not a good person
  • Pat The Bunny
  • Probably Nothing, Possibly Everything
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I’m not a good person.

Ask anyone who knows me.

I’m mean and bitter and a failure at everything that I say I believe.

I’m not a good person.

Ask anyone who loves me.

I never write, I never call, I never think about anyone at all.

I’m not a good person, no matter what I do.

My exhaustion will consume me and I’m too tired for the truth.

I’m not a good person.

I’m sure you’re not surprised.

It must be pouring out my sweat glands, it must be someplace in my eyes.

I don’t know why I am this way.

It’s been like this since I can remember.

I try to keep up with everything I know I should do, but then I fall to pieces anyway.

I don’t know why I am the way.

I’m not a good person, not even to you.

I’m staying home because I can’t stand the sound of another heartbeat in the room.

I’m not a good person.

Fuck it, you know it’s true

I’m lazy, I’m a coward, I’m asleep all day in my room.

I don’t know why I am this way.

It’s been like this since I can remember.

I try to keep up with everything I know I should do, but then I fall to pieces anyway.

I don’t know why I am the way.

Harmony Parking Lot Song
  • Harmony Parking Lot Song
  • Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains
  • Caught In The Act Of Not Being Awesome
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This one’s for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks by a trip to rehab. I’ll miss railing pills with you in the park. This one’s for every friend who decided not to drop out and stay at their mom’s house. I’ll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.

Because tonight I’m cryin’ about the crack house that got torn down in the center of town. And tonight I’m laughin’ about the army recruitment station lying vacant. Here’s to the rubble. A brick through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody’s hero. Here’s to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn’t have a purpose.

This one’s for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the cities down. I’ll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire! This one’s for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I’ll miss the spraypaint and slashed tires.

Because tonight I can’t smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your breath. And tonight I can’t taste the whiskey from across the room in the stumbling of your steps. Here’s to the rubble. A brick through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody’s hero. Here’s to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn’t have a purpose!

Whisky is My Kind of Lullaby
  • Whisky is My Kind of Lullaby
  • Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains
  • Love Songs for the Apocalypse
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“And I’ll drink myself to death,

or at least I’ll drink myself to sleep

Chain smoke my way through the gaps

In between my aspirations and my apathy”

Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains - Whisky is My Kind of Lullaby