Trashcan Sinatras - Who's He lyrics

Little Bohemian lost his sheep And I know where to find them Just meet me at the end of my tether And there they are It's the same old story In a blaze of glory We can change this town This friday night But in a glaze of bleary They drop like, drop like, drop like flies You wrote about your heroes and it read like a 'who's who' You wrote about your life and it read like a 'who's he?' So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now Gather your legs and sup up your dregs Carry the crusade up to the home strait And the crooked mile Back to your wife She's in bed, she sleeps late She don't fret or worry 'Cause it won't be very long 'til cliche guevara's home When the manifesto is a schoolboy thesis When the man in charge is like a greasy jesus It's taking on epic proportions before my weary eyes Turning the old town into a backdrop Sssh it's so quiet, you could hear a name drop So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now Gather your legs and sup up your dregs Carry the crusade up to the home strait And the crooked mile Back to your wife She's in bed, she sleeps late She don't fret or worry 'Cause it won't be very long 'til cliche guevara's home Love and hate are written all over your fist So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now Gather your legs and sup up your dregs Carry the crusade up to the home strait And the crooked mile Back to your wife She's in bed, she sleeps late She don't fret or worry 'Cause it won't be very long 'til cliche guevara's home 'Til cliche guevara's home, 'til cliche guevara's home