The first time that I lived in a car
I bought it for thirty dollars it was a little Ford Escort
I slept in the parking lot of the park
and I tried not to drain my batteries, remember to pull out the key
before I fell asleep with the radio on
The worst part about living in a car
is how hot it gets when the sun comes up
and you can't stretch your legs out very far
I would wake up every day, with my knees in pain
turn the key and hope the thing would start
Then my friend moved in with me
we were happy as sardines
he had a job as a playground supervisor
but he only worked an hour a day
I'd drop him off then I'd kill some time shoplifting at the mall
we both had our ways of bringing home the pay
but winter was on the way
and we were too big for our tiny little tank
so we found a place to live
we signed a lease and joined the army of the walking dead that pay rent
The next time that I lived in a car
I bought it from a cemetery
it used to carry coffins right up to their graves
it became a home to me, sleeping on the near west streets
and I could stretch my legs out all the way
It was cold it was cold
but I loved it when it snow-o-o-ed
because the snow covered up all the windows
and no one would know, that that wagon was my home
I could sleep in peace with the ghosts
I traded it in
so that I could get a van
because if you're gonna play in a punk rock band
then someone's always gotta buy the van
it was fine by me because it seemed like compared to living in a car a van
was gonna be a mansion
And that van became my home
for about two years or so
I lived happy I lived rent free
the day that I give up I know where I'll end up that van is in front of my
house waiting for me