Hojicha Songtext
von Micah E. Wood

The sun is still
On the windowsill
In a Sunday afternoon

I punched the clock
But it didn′t count
The blue it wasn't true

I chased a dime
In quarter time
Seconds after you

I lost the bet
I fought I wept
I didn′t know what to do

We drank hojichas
Standing in the parking lot
No way to tell
All the shit we'll sell
If we're given a life or two


But I′d spend it with you
With you
With you
With you

But I′d spend it with you
With you
With you
With you

The Capitalist
He lost his fit
In the money pits

The sun goes down
When it all surrounds
Our mind will list

Whatever you want
Whatever you say
I'll be right there all day
Won′t loose my seat
Won't miss a beat
Even if there′s nothing to say
I'll be right there beside you


We drank hojichas
Standing in the parking lot
No way to tell
All the shit we′ll sell
If given a life or two

But I'd spend it with you
With you
With you
With you

But I'd spend it with you
With you
With you
With you