Johnny Hobo (ACOUSTIC) The Politics Of Holyshit I Just Cut My Hand On A Broken Bottle



he talks about nothing using too many words [Applause] then I live in my purchased I Salvi take Mike I've gotta start take flight the bottle the neck like a gel power damn French and that maybe if we were no burn we could explain what minutes but wine vodka don't write poetry you can rearrange cross film except melodies but I swear to that a breakthrough a broken Starbucks window means more and I swear to that we fight for dance jumps we were knocked out of the floor then the work the trip I can never could then all the works of Karl Marx never judge I'm – it is a – room sorry about the carpet clean it up or your mom will be mad I'm pretending that up to kit for you so you can see the war foot pathetic person better to seem like an asshole and what you are the billions teenage boy with social problems to play the guitar I'm not sure what I want I've got your lane that I wanna ride start to take flight my god you and that's good enough for me we've gotta try start music life I'm gonna drink to tell these tears start to take life you




Comments
  1. I am so so so sorry about the annotations being removed guys…I hope those who got to experience them will remember them fondly…I still remember creating them when I was 18 when I made this video and feeling like I was the coolest kid around…

  2. this is like a really, really shitty & more embarrassing cranford nix, except nix actually had soul. and he was doing this 20 years ago. this is boring shit nonsense

  3. Let this be a lesson. This is not where you wanna be in life, have this period, and get through it. Being tough on your body, does not last. LOVE YOU.

  4. He talks about nothing using too many words
    He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs
    She acts her age which is most of her problem
    In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow

    Another Saturday night
    Another fucking shitty Saturday night

    I'm spinning in the next room
    Slurring along to my isolation
    At the top of my lungs
    I'm sitting here next to you
    Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done
    I don't want to be anywhere at all
    Here or at my house kicking at the wall

    If home is where the heart is
    Then I live in my upper chest
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

    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

    But I swear to fuck;
    That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more
    And I swear to fuck;
    That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor
    Than the words of Kropotkin ever could
    And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could

    I'm puking in the next room
    Sorry about the carpet
    Clean it up or your mom'll be mad
    I'm pretending that I'm too good for you
    So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am

    Better to seem like an asshole
    Than what you are
    The billionth teenage boy with social problems
    To plays the guitar

    I'm not sure what I want you to say to me
    But I know the look on your face that I want to see

    If home is where the heart is
    Then mine is a cigarette
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

    I'm not you and that's good enough for me
    The only word that I use is fuck
    So you can forget the dictionary

    I can't tell what question you're asking
    I don't care 'cause no is my answer

    Another Saturday night
    I kissed everything on a Saturday night

    I'm bleeding in the next room
    Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high
    I'm here beating up on you
    'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die

    I don't care that you don't care that I don't care
    The only card game I know is strip solitaire

    If home is where the heart is
    Then I got evicted this week
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

  5. It's late and I'm hanging out by myself in the old parking lot at the park where I grew up, drinking cheap hurricane beers with nowhere to go. Reminiscing about things. This music is pretty much all I got right now

  6. He talks about nothing using too many words
    He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs
    She acts her age which is most of her problem
    In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow

    Another Saturday night
    Another fucking shitty Saturday night

    I'm spinning in the next room
    Slurring along to my isolation
    At the top of my lungs
    I'm sitting here next to you
    Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done
    I don't want to be anywhere at all
    Here or at my house kicking at the wall

    If home is where the heart is
    Then I live in my upper chest
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

    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

    But I swear to fuck;
    That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more
    And I swear to fuck;
    That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor
    Than the words of Kropotkin ever could
    And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could

    I'm puking in the next room
    Sorry about the carpet
    Clean it up or your mom'll be mad
    I'm pretending that I'm too good for you
    So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am

    Better to seem like an asshole
    Than what you are
    The billionth teenage boy with social problems
    To plays the guitar

    I'm not sure what I want you to say to me
    But I know the look on your face that I want to see

    If home is where the heart is
    Then mine is a cigarette
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

    I'm not you and that's good enough for me
    The only word that I use is fuck
    So you can forget the dictionary

    I can't tell what question you're asking
    I don't care 'cause no is my answer

    Another Saturday night
    I kissed everything on a Saturday night

    I'm bleeding in the next room
    Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high
    I'm here beating up on you
    'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die

    I don't care that you don't care that I don't care
    The only card game I know is strip solitaire

    If home is where the heart is
    Then I got evicted this week
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

  7. I always thought this song was more awesome when the shitty abused graffiti overlay was there. It was like an epic joke.IDK…

  8. He talks about nothing using too many words
    He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs
    She acts her age which is most of her problem
    In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow

    Another Saturday night
    Another fucking shitty Saturday night

    I'm spinning in the next room
    Slurring along to my isolation
    At the top of my lungs
    I'm sitting here next to you
    Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done
    I don't want to be anywhere at all
    Here or at my house kicking at the wall

    If home is where the heart is
    Then I live in my upper chest
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

    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

    But I swear to fuck;
    That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more
    And I swear to fuck;
    That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor
    Than the words of Kropotkin ever could
    And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could

    I'm puking in the next room
    Sorry about the carpet
    Clean it up or your mom'll be mad
    I'm pretending that I'm too good for you
    So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am

    Better to seem like an asshole
    Than what you are
    The billionth teenage boy with social problems
    To plays the guitar

    I'm not sure what I want you to say to me
    But I know the look on your face that I want to see

    If home is where the heart is
    Then mine is a cigarette
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

    I'm not you and that's good enough for me
    The only word that I use is fuck
    So you can forget the dictionary

    I can't tell what question you're asking
    I don't care 'cause no is my answer

    Another Saturday night
    I kissed everything on a Saturday night

    I'm bleeding in the next room
    Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high
    I'm here beating up on you
    'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die

    I don't care that you don't care that I don't care
    The only card game I know is strip solitaire

    If home is where the heart is
    Then I got evicted this week
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

  9. Alright, so I know most everyone was drunk when listening to this song but I think if we put our heads together we can remember the annotations. I definitely remember one in the bottom right corner said "BEST HARDCORE PUNK BAND: GOOD CHARLOTTE" and there was definitely a few about being gay. C'mon people, we've gotta remember this for future generations

  10. Fucking love these guys!
    Please release a version with lyrics attached; would make singing along while drunk much easier, thank you🖤

  11. He talks about nothing using too many words
    He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs
    She acts her age which is most of her problem
    In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow

    Another Saturday night
    Another fucking shitty Saturday night

    I'm spinning in the next room
    Slurring along to my isolation
    At the top of my lungs
    I'm sitting here next to you
    Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done
    I don't want to be anywhere at all
    Here or at my house kicking at the wall

    If home is where the heart is
    Then I live in my upper chest
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

    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

    But I swear to fuck;
    That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more
    And I swear to fuck;
    That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor
    Than the words of Kropotkin ever could
    And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could

    I'm puking in the next room
    Sorry about the carpet
    Clean it up or your mom'll be mad
    I'm pretending that I'm too good for you
    So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am

    Better to seem like an asshole
    Than what you are
    The billionth teenage boy with social problems
    To plays the guitar

    I'm not sure what I want you to say to me
    But I know the look on your face that I want to see

    If home is where the heart is
    Then mine is a cigarette
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

    I'm not you and that's good enough for me
    The only word that I use is fuck
    So you can forget the dictionary

    I can't tell what question you're asking
    I don't care 'cause no is my answer

    Another Saturday night
    I kissed everything on a Saturday night

    I'm bleeding in the next room
    Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high
    I'm here beating up on you
    'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die

    I don't care that you don't care that I don't care
    The only card game I know is strip solitaire

    If home is where the heart is
    Then I got evicted this week
    I'm gonna drink until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer
    I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
    Start to taste like the cheap beer

  12. can somebody maybe post the annotations? can't believe I've missed one of the greatest punk memes of all yt

  13. Goddamn, I am a miserable, self loathing future accident, and when I find someone like this, you can't see it, it feels almost obscene, but I feel like it's ok, to fucking smile and sing along lmfao, somehow, it's a tiny bit better. I like that about music, it can be so awesome there must have been a soul trading somewhere, it's that good
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