Work for Food (Remastered Version)

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,

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 pararnoid,

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 their starry sleeves,

Gimme thirty days to leave,

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin

No one wants to pay me for my broken heart,

So now I've got this shopping cart,

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

On

On, and on, and on, and on, and on

Different people do the same things everyday,

I just look the other way,

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

I can't live without eternal gratitude,

'Cause I will work for food,

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