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