House On Wheels

The first time that I lived in a car I bought it for thirty dollars it was a little Ford Escort I slept in the parking lot of the park and I tried not to drain my batteries, remember to pull out the key before I fell asleep with the radio on The worst part about living in a car is how hot it gets when the sun comes up and you can't stretch your legs out very far I would wake up every day, with my knees in pain turn the key and hope the thing would start Then my friend moved in with me we were happy as sardines he had a job as a playground supervisor but he only worked an hour a day I'd drop him off then I'd kill some time shoplifting at the mall we both had our ways of bringing home the pay but winter was on the way and we were too big for our tiny little tank so we found a place to live we signed a lease and joined the army of the walking dead that pay rent The next time that I lived in a car I bought it from a cemetery it used to carry coffins right up to their graves it became a home to me, sleeping on the near west streets and I could stretch my legs out all the way It was cold it was cold but I loved it when it snow-o-o-ed because the snow covered up all the windows and no one would know, that that wagon was my home I could sleep in peace with the ghosts I traded it in so that I could get a van because if you're gonna play in a punk rock band then someone's always gotta buy the van it was fine by me because it seemed like compared to living in a car a van was gonna be a mansion And that van became my home for about two years or so I lived happy I lived rent free the day that I give up I know where I'll end up that van is in front of my house waiting for me