End Of The Line

END OF THE LINE

My home was in a boxcar whistled in the night
The journey ends the train is cleaned and locked up tight
The dirt and people swept into the gutter down
With nowhere to go we drift to skid row we’re taking over downtown

We rode these rails to the end of the line
City of Angels so divine
We came as hobos
We are the founders of Skid Row.

Next stop is Union Station

My home is now a tent my crusty clothes in tatters
I have survived it’s true with my dignity shattered
My shabby kingdom lies at 5th and San Pedro
Inside I sip moonshine in my canvas chateau

We rode these rails to the end of the line
Was it all done by design?
We came as hobos
We are the architects of Skid Row

We rode these rails to the end of the line
Hey brother can you spare a dime?
We came as hobos
We are the founders of Skid Row

Day in and day out these problems just compound
These trains keep on coming these homeless surround us
With nowhere to go they created Skid Row
And the whole country started shipping their hobos in
More and more and more and more and more and more…

ALL ABOARD!!

We rode these rails to the end of the line
Was it all done by design?
We came as hobos
We are the architects of Skid Row

We rode these rails to the end of the line
City of Angels so divine
We came as hobos
We are the founders of Skid Row.