Hobo Johnson's video: Hobo Johnson - Sorry My Dear Official Audio

New album 'The Fall of Hobo Johnson' out now. http://hobojohnson.lnk.to/thefallof THE FALL TOUR Tickets on sale now: http://www.hobojohnson.com/shows Oct 09 - Seattle, WA at Showbox SoDo Oct 10 - Vancouver, BC at Vogue Theatre Oct 11 - Portland, OR at Crystal Ballroom Oct 13 - San Francisco, CA at The Warfield Oct 14 - Los Angeles, CA at The Wiltern Oct 16 - Anaheim, CA at House of Blues Oct 18 - Las Vegas, NV at House of Blues Oct 19 - Phoenix, AX at The Van Buren Oct 21 - Dallas, TX at House of Blues Oct 22 - San Antonio, TX at The Aztec Theater Oct 23 - Austin, TX at Stubb’s Waller Creek Amphitheater Oct 24 - Houston, TX at House of Blues Nov 02 - Orlando, FL at House of Blues Nov 03 - Atlanta, GA at Tabernacle Nov 04 - Charlotte, NC at The Fillmore Charlotte Nov 06 - Baltimore, MD at Ram’s Head Live Nov 07 - New York, NY at Playstation Theater Nov 08 - Philadelphia, PA at The Fillmore Nov 10 - Sayreville, NJ at Starland Ballroom Nov 11 - Boston, MA at House of Blues Nov 13 - Toronto, ON at Danforth Music Hall Nov 14 - Royal Oak, MI at Royal Oak Music Theatre Nov 15 - Cleveland, OH at House of Blues Nov 17 - Cincinnati, OH at Bogart’s Nov 19 - Indianapolis, IN at Egyptian Room at Old National Centre Nov 20 - Louisville, KY at Mercury Ballroom Nov 22 - St. Louis, MO at The Pageant Nov 23 - Kansas City, MO at The Truman Nov 24 - Minneapolis, MN at First Avenue Nov 26 - Denver, CO at Ogden Theatre Nov 29 - Sacramento, CA at Ace of Spades Lyrics: Have you heard the story of the guy? Who decided not to die, he figured living was a little easier than falling really high. His son heard about it later, figured, maybe that is why I’m enamored with the thought of seeing angels in the sky. Who are singing, boy, they’re singing. Saying, “Everything’s alright.” I haven’t heard that on earth, so, maybe I could find my place to sleep. Or at least, a comfortable place to lay my head. Please Shoot me in the face, but first, let smoke this cigarette that’s laced with fucking arsenic and mace. Just kill me in my sleep. Smother me with pillows and kindness, in which I have never seen. Please slit my perfect throat. With the knife that I gave you when I told you “I love you” in my home. Please stab me in the back and twist it with the anger of every single time I made you mad. Have you heard the story of the guy? Who decided not to die, he figured living was just easier than falling really high. His son heard about it later, figured, maybe that is why I’m enamored with the thought of seeing angels in the sky. That are singing, boy, they’re singing. Saying, “Everything’s alright.” I haven’t heard that on earth, so, maybe I could find my place to sleep. Or just a comfortable place to lay my head. Part of being alive is wishing you weren’t sometimes and as your brain forces you to breathe, it lets you indulge in such reluctancy. But what’s more amazing than that is that you can do it and it won’t fight back. Your brain will calmly cease to breathe if you really want to shoot it or smash it into things. If I don’t feel better in the next ten years, then, then sorry, my dear. If I don’t feel better in the next ten years then, then sorry, my dear. I’m okay, I’m okay, I feel a little bit sick But feels like, like a Cough or a cold or a flu But the only medicine feels like a bullet in my chest Have you heard the story of the guy? Who decided not to die, he figured living was a little easier than falling really high. His son heard about it later, said, “Yea, that is why I’m enamored with the thought of seeing angels in the sky.”