Tytuł: Homeless

• Wykonawca: Hans Theessink
• Wyświetleń: 330

  
   When the weatherman says sunshine but the beams don't touch your window-sill
  When the weatherman says sunshine and the beams don't never touch your window-sill
  You know the good times didn't get you and you know that the hard times will
  
  All my money gone, everyday there's a knocking on the door
  All my money gone, everyday there's a loud knocking on the door
  It's that mean old rent collector-man, he's coming back to get himself some more
  
  All my money gone
  All my money gone
  Man says: you gotta pay your bills now
  Or I have to put y'all out on the street
  
  Dancing 'round the golden calf
  People don't see the writing on the wall
  When you're down so low, you know
  You ain't got so far to fall
  In this city full of plenty
  Some folks just got a piece of street and that's all
  
  See them poor homeless people
  Shoving grocery-carts along the street
  Carry everything they own
  In a grocery-cart they shove along the street
  See them lie in the gutter
  Lost their hope, lost their pride and dignity