WELFARE HOTEL

Good morning welfare hotel yeah, good morning
Good morning vagabond childhood, good morning
I raise my head from the backseat bunk
Of a ’65 Impala junk
Good morning welfare hotel yeah, good morning

Now I hate my school, I hate that nobody knows me
I said I hate my school, thank God that nobody knows me
My cradle of education lies, neath the glow of a 7’11 sign
I hate my school, I hate that nobody knows me, yeah

Now I ain’t got no time for me
But I’m alright, alright
And I ain’t got no time for free
But I’m alright, alright, alright

Now I, get my kicks from AM waves on the radio
I said I get my kicks form music on the radio
I sing myself, to sleep each night, on the roadside out of sight
I get my kicks from AM waves on the radio now

Now I ain’t got no time for me
But I’m alright, alright
And I ain’t got no time for free
But I’m alright, alright, alright

Good morning welfare hotel yeah, good morning
Good morning vagabond childhood, good morning
I raise my head, from the backseat bunk
Of a ’65 Impala junk
Good morning welfare hotel yeah, good morning