Sipping a scummy pint Money is tight Clumsy is night High dunk types skunking the lights Funny they fight for no cause Only to hide in those bars And scoff from their L.A. lofts at smoke laws Fashion friendly the the act of trendy Laugh past you then master the craft of envy The Pabst half empty That or an M.G.D. Have an mp3 on me Now invent me Blog writers turn snob drivers for ad space A cog for hire The admires of fast pace business Infiltrate to earn the pass So now the privileged can imitate the working class And get they street cred Tradder Joes and wheat bread Catering their nose on the weekend See them on the deep end In the neon the city sleeps in And me just another pee on Man meet me where the leash ends I need to find a home I'm looking for a home I'm thinking of a home I'm dreaming of a home The people need a home A man who needs a home A woman and a home Cus when the lights go off And the show has been played And you've got nothing but the smell of smoke to your name And a mirror that you look at Feeling the hook for every chance you took You need to look back Searching for a home Lovers of apathy and irony These Iron Sheiks lining the streets Designer cheap blind eyeing me Lying asleep how they be finding me Relying on the files I leak Between the idols The sheep seeking the style they keep Needing a remedy As Ceci N'est Pas Une Pipe Feeds they identity Evolve They too self involved Their too many For you my two pennies on cool For who the self dissolves Felt resolve from a photograph My father his guitar and a phonograph A scholar in a bar with a foaming stash Putting a dollar in your jar for the culture clash Holding fast to a flash made memory The past fades endlessly They ask in their veins to remember me Two vain eyes in a friendless sleep Who will remain disguised in every senseless tweet I need to find a home I'm looking for a home I'm thinking of a home I'm dreaming of a home The people need a home A man who needs a home A woman and a home Cus when the lights go off And the show has been played And you've got nothing but the smell of smoke to your name And a mirror that you look at Feeling the hook for every chance you took You need to look back It's getting even harder to find friends Being without a car Believing the bartend Can see you for who you are in the end A lost rapper A Johnny Walker Black A sox ball cap A false rapture Now tell me something honest offend me Just tell me that I'm artless hem me Tell me cuz I'm armless my mouth is harnessed I'm out of promise I'm harmless My honor won't defend me The dollar who lusts pop It lends me a damaging trust The Los Angeles bus stop is empty I pass them they mask it friendly The laughing the last one standing We acting like we stand-ins Tempt me My testimony I'm the moleskin I'm told in The sentence that left me lonely With nothing but a phone in my palm I was something back home with mom I need to find a home I'm looking for a home I'm thinking of a home I'm dreaming of a home The people need a home A man who needs a home A woman and a home Cus when the lights go off And the show has been played And you've got nothing but the smell of smoke to your name And a mirror that you look at Feeling the hook for every chance you took You need to look back Searching for a home