Urban Campers

This is our home out on the street We are the god of punk elite Could you spare some thing vegan to eat? We need crown molding for our squat I need a new anchor for my yacht Would somebody like to buy me an imported beer and a shot We’re not homeless we just don’t have homes Urban campers in commercial zones And when it gets too cold we squat We take our clothes off when it’s hot But we usually just hang out in this spot On the corner of any street and me I won’t work for food, but i’ll fuck for pay All space for pure mdma Do you have an extra smoke and hey What the fuck are you lookin’ at? How ‘bout we don’t get into a fight Well i could really use a cigarette and a light We don’t want pity or respect We won’t cash or a check We’re not homeless we just don’t have homes Urban campers in commercial zones And when it rains we shout and dance We sew patches onto our pants But we usually just hang out in this stance On the corner of any street and me