Urban Campers Lyrics

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 and dma
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