The Hypnotizer

Moved down from Cincinnati bout 4 years ago he said.
Got hooked on the culture on a visit with his parents.
Well he had to pick between here and Portland.
Any other decision is completely erroneous.
He moved into a shotgun by the river.
Mom and dad can pay his rent until he has his shit together, which is hopefully by the third year.
But we all know the money's too good at the bar.
(Telling this story doesn't take long, another sad soul rolling down St. Claude)
Next thing you know he's wearing patches on his overalls.
Keeping his phone, losing mom and dad's number.
They're aware that he's ignoring every call.
He doesn't wanna be found, he's been reborn on the neutral ground.
Elysian Fields deserves better than you and him, and him and her.
You can't just go to Iron Rail and assume every patch is yours.
Think you bag needs another patch? 
Another zipper? Another flag?
At least be worthless in discretion: put the cat back in the bag.
Telling this story doesn't take long. 
Another gutterpunk singing all the same songs.
Got a tattoo of a fleur-de-lis.
What does it stand for?
Does he know what it stands for?
"ThE sIx PoiNts aRe a PieCe of HiMmmmM"
As long as bullshit meets satisfaction.
Now he's rolling through his twenties thinking he knows all the answers.
Moved down here in 2010 and suddenly knows more than me.
Stop chewing New Orleans, man.
I don't expect you'd get out of my way.
No, that would be too cliche. 

Pala