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The Murder Hobos Video (MV)




Performed By: Ars Arcanum
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Luke Smith




Ars Arcanum - The Murder Hobos Lyrics




Punch the goblin in the head
Punch the goblin 'til he's dead
Cut their necks with sharpened swords
Cut them 'til there are no more
Save the townsfolk from the horde
Save them from the demon lord
Next week they'll forget our name
Least until we earn our fame

Add some new
Bits to our
Necklace of
Orc ears

Hole up
At the Bar and
Drown ourselves
In piss-warm beer

We're Murder Hobos
Wandering warriors
Murder Hobos
Building our cred
Just so you know
We can't eat exposure
Pay what you owe
Or we'll cave in your head

Find the trickster on the trail
He knows how to find the grail
Answer you these questions three
Then I'll show you where it be
Roll your eyes and give a moan
Tell him you'll go on alone
Put a claymore through his face
Take his map, pick up the pace

Find the grail
Once we teach
Orcs how
To fear

Take it
To the bar and
Fill it up
With piss-warm beer

We're Murder Hobos
Pay us in copper
Murder Hobos
We can't make change
Don't be a dildo
We've got a warlock
She'll make your ass glow
If you're in casting range

Our folks' pre-occupation
Is to share their observations
On our perceived limitations
Vis a vis wealth generation

But in past administrations
One could get an education
For the base remuneration
Of a hand ejaculation

So we sell our ministrations,
Which sometimes involve predation
Or else Defenestration
And, in some instances, castration

So they can cram their expectations
And f*cking f*ck matriculation
We're doing fine within our station
In this crumbling civilization

Punch the goblin in the head
Punch the goblin 'til he's dead
Cut their necks with sharpened swords
Cut them 'til there are no more
Save the townsfolk from the horde
Save them from the demon lord
What's the matter with these geeks
We just did this shit last week

Add some more
Bits to our
Necklace of
Orc ears

We're so
Damn sick of
Drowning ourselves
In piss-warm beer

We're Murder Hobos
Wandering warriors
Murder Hobos
Building our cred
Just so you know
We can't eat exposure
Pay what you owe
Or we'll cave in your
Murder Hobos
Murder Hobos
Murder Hobos
Murder Hobos
We'll be broke 'til we're dead
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Punch the goblin in the head
Punch the goblin 'til he's dead
Cut their necks with sharpened swords
Cut them 'til there are no more
Save the townsfolk from the horde
Save them from the demon lord
Next week they'll forget our name
Least until we earn our fame

Add some new
Bits to our
Necklace of
Orc ears

Hole up
At the Bar and
Drown ourselves
In piss-warm beer

We're Murder Hobos
Wandering warriors
Murder Hobos
Building our cred
Just so you know
We can't eat exposure
Pay what you owe
Or we'll cave in your head

Find the trickster on the trail
He knows how to find the grail
Answer you these questions three
Then I'll show you where it be
Roll your eyes and give a moan
Tell him you'll go on alone
Put a claymore through his face
Take his map, pick up the pace

Find the grail
Once we teach
Orcs how
To fear

Take it
To the bar and
Fill it up
With piss-warm beer

We're Murder Hobos
Pay us in copper
Murder Hobos
We can't make change
Don't be a dildo
We've got a warlock
She'll make your ass glow
If you're in casting range

Our folks' pre-occupation
Is to share their observations
On our perceived limitations
Vis a vis wealth generation

But in past administrations
One could get an education
For the base remuneration
Of a hand ejaculation

So we sell our ministrations,
Which sometimes involve predation
Or else Defenestration
And, in some instances, castration

So they can cram their expectations
And f*cking f*ck matriculation
We're doing fine within our station
In this crumbling civilization

Punch the goblin in the head
Punch the goblin 'til he's dead
Cut their necks with sharpened swords
Cut them 'til there are no more
Save the townsfolk from the horde
Save them from the demon lord
What's the matter with these geeks
We just did this shit last week

Add some more
Bits to our
Necklace of
Orc ears

We're so
Damn sick of
Drowning ourselves
In piss-warm beer

We're Murder Hobos
Wandering warriors
Murder Hobos
Building our cred
Just so you know
We can't eat exposure
Pay what you owe
Or we'll cave in your
Murder Hobos
Murder Hobos
Murder Hobos
Murder Hobos
We'll be broke 'til we're dead
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Writer: Luke Smith
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