Every village has a church and every town should have a pub
His mother dragged him to the priest to show the love of God
But if you crawl beneath the crown you better remember your way up
All the nameless suits they're quietly passing by
Wearing all the finest tweed the payment for a lie
Sometimes they throw a penny down to find salvation before they die

He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown
He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown
He is a humble king who has lost his crown
He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown
He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown

Being a little child your future's just a dream
Trying to be special trying to break out of the scheme
But would you really dream of losing the society's esteem?
You should hear his story first before you jump to a conclusion
In a world of brilliant lies nothing seems to be proven
His destiny could meet your fate and destroy your world full of illusion

When you take a closer look
He's still wearing the clothes of a cook
He worked in a 5 star restaurant
And realized that's not what I want
He started his own company
Where his employees got a higher fee
But all his kindness turned
His company got burned
Now he's laying here
Numb from months of fear
He's lost everything he had
Have you thought of that?

Have you ever thought of that?

He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown
He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown
He can't pay for a better tweed
His only fortune is his own heartbeat
He's the Hobo of Mitchelstown