Are we living,
Living in a place,
Where humans,
Aren’t humane,
Where the beings,
Aren’t being,
Very sane?
Oh, no,
A hobo,
Hobo jungle,
My fellow man,
Is more savage,
Than human.
Oh, no,
Hobo,
Woah,
Hobo,
Jungle,
Hobo jungle
The city isn’t savage,
It’s our age,
All over the land,
Can’t understand,
Why the rednecks,
Wreak havoc,
Bully the brains.
Why the fast paced,
Ran, run, raced,
Trampled my face….
Can’t we be the kind,
That can be kind,
No need to remind,
To mind….
Mind my business,
Build a fortress,
Rain distress,
Reign distress,
No, not my mess.
No, I won’t go,
So, far….
As to call it,
A hobo jungle…
More of a bungled,
Humanity.
Are we the animals,
Damning all,
To a hobo jungle,
Just a little respect,
Will fetch,
A civil twilight,
As our day,
Fades to night.
Just a little appreciation,
For the federation,
Of humankind,
Leaving the least,
In the lead,
And, the first,
Behind.
From the Conjuring album I Am (Therefore, I Think) by Daniel