Typical Story - Hobo Johnson

It’s a– It’s a– It’s a–

It’s a typical story

Where the bassist kills the singer

And the guitarist and the drummer

Find they’re in love with each other

It's the story of the kid

Who clearly won’t know what to say

When the love of his life starts to calmly walk away

And it’s the story of the dad

Who decides to chase his dream

He quits his job, he falls apart

And he loses everything

And it’s the story of the kid who just wants to make a record

Loves and crafts it but nobody ever, ever cares about it

Well, hey, hey, what’s your name?

Talk is for the guys you hate

We should sit in silence

While we think of what to say, hey

Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out

Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house?

Hey, hey I don’t think I know much

But I know I couldn’t take a good punch

So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough

Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the fuck up

And I’m afraid of everything

Staying the same or worsening

So what’s the point of finding calm

When calm to me is unsettling?

Settle down, little kid

Your bones are shaking in your skin

Go and try and take a breath

Though nothing more, nothing less

(It’s a– It’s a– It’s a–)

It’s a typical story of a king who had it all

Except for citizens who didn’t want his head up on a wall

It’s a typical story of the wife who couldn’t quit

Being in love with such a giant piece of shit

It’s the story of the queen who could never ever think

Of any redeeming qualities a man could ever bring

It’s the story of the dog who wanted to run away

'Til he learned that his life is way safer inside a cage

I don’t really need much

Just a place to be alone and you won’t really see much

I think that I’m invisible

My mirror shows another guy

A guy who doesn’t do shit

He just sits and is miserable

Everybody’s gotta live a life

That they didn’t ask for, why

Why would he put me here

Just to die, just to, just to

Die?!

Well, hey, hey, what’s your name?

Talk is for the guys you hate

We should sit in silence

While we think of what to say, hey

Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out

Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house?

Hey, hey I don’t think I know much

But I know I couldn’t take a good punch

So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough

Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the fuck up

Everybody’s gotta live a life

That they didn’t ask for

Why would he put me here

Just to die, just to, just to

Die?!

[Chorus]

Well, hey, hey, what’s your name?

Talk is for the guys you hate

We should sit in silence

While we think of what to say, hey

Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out

Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house?

And hey, hey I don’t think I know much

But I know I couldn’t take a good punch

So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough

Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the fuck up and die