Buck 65 - Ho-Boys lyrics

Ho-boys! Small army beat to a pulp
Keep to ourselves recruited from
Streets to a cult
Itinerants power of observation and inference
Between the lines of obstacle and hindrance
Travelers cavalier, fearsome, overpowering
Foreigners on the corner of
Houston and the Bowery
Dregs of the wasteland
Part of an erased plan
Product of the union of a
Wicked witch and spaceman
Fall collections break ‘em down
In smaller sections
The Japanese word meaning ‘in all directions’
Unwelcome no words found
Lower ground’s ours homeward bound
It’s a forward sound of war
Drums and ghost stories
So sorry the have nots with the most glory
H o - hopping the B o - box cars
Up in arms on top of it
The opposite of rock stars hoo hoo!
Ho-boys! Get ’em while the going’s good
Hoo hoo! Ho-boys!
Making the record scratch

Utterly out of touch exiled no one gone
We have no idea what the hell is going on
Outcasted bums, we outlasted angelinas
Demands demean us biting the
Hands that feed us
We kindle wicks candles bamboozle
And swindles tricks
Punchy, wandering the country
With bindle sticks
No assurance or health care or welfare
Deep snow and keep going
Try our luck elsewhere

Hoo hoo! Ho-boys!
Get ‘em while the going’s good hoo hoo!
Ho-boys! Making the records scratch

Arms were drawn in the morning
Alarms were on home after the war
Our families and farms were gone
Half-asleep, stirring all night long during
Waking up in clothing that smells like urine
Yolks over our shoulders
We’re soldiers and drifters
Not looking for a handout
We do beg to differ
Drums of despair, listen crumbs in our hair
On the side of the road with
Our thumbs in the air
Fugitives offensive convention demolishers
Running with the bulls and
Unknowns and bone polishers
Career misfit's rotten apples
And beer tickets looking for work we smoke
Snipes and spear biscuit's
Scope and frame filled with
Both hope and blame
Rope and chain cooking over an open flame
Depressed clown, dressed down
Heading for the next town
It’s almost time for me to
Catch the west bound hoo hoo!
Ho-boys! Get ‘em while the going’s good
Hoo hoo! Ho-boys!
Making the records scratch, like this