Baseball Bats

Baseball Bats Written 4/20/2016 Words & music by Melvin Neifert All my friends, they sleep beneath the overpass at night But when the sun comes up, we wander out into the light to look for food, and that’s how I found you You said that someone stole your purse and took your shoes You had blood stains on your clothes from when that lady beat you up And even though you’re bourgeoisie, I didn’t give a fuck You needed help, so I was there for you You needed help to find your purse and shoes We searched al