Hobo Johnson's video: Hobo Johnson - Mover Awayer Live from Boston Fan Footage

New album 'The Fall of Hobo Johnson' out now. http://hobojohnson.lnk.to/thefallof Lyrics: Fear the man who lives without love and the lover who lives without fear Fear the man who always wants to fight, he’s not a talker, fear the talker who never wants to fight, he knows too much Fear the man who knows he’s gonna die, so he cries every night, and just denies life’s beauty Fear the man who has heaven in his plans, so he gets so complacent that he doesn’t call his family Fear the man who doesn’t understand that there’s a million fish in the sea, but Fear the girl who he really thinks is a different species She’ll rip your heart out She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays (Give me a break) She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihana’s (Give me a break) And all I really want is (Give me a break) Is for us to get along, for us to get along (Give me a break) This girl moved away, can’t help but think it’s something that I said That made her flee my loving arms and smiling face And move to a place where nobody even lovingly says her name Ya know, it’s something that I do Like not text back for a day or two That says she deserves someone better But every other guy she used to love To me sounds really fucking dumb and stupid If I become a man I’ll grab your cheek with my unwavering hand And I’ll tell you that I never second-guess all the lovely love we made And you don’t want kids but let’s think about it someday, you know But you moved away, I grabbed you tight and then I helped you to your car In that shitty parking lot, you know I really miss you and I hope that you miss me too I really hope that you miss me too She makes my Mondays feel like Fridays (Give me a break) She makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihana’s (Give me a break) And all I really want is (Give me a break) Is for us to get along, for us to get along (Give me a break) In the more beautiful of films The hopeless protagonist dies in the end And whether his eyes stay shut Or he just stops caring enough It feels the same You made my Mondays feel like Fridays You made my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihana’s And all I really wanted Was for us to get along