Текст песни Requiem of the Crazies - Rusty Cage

It's kind of hard being a bum in this town
With the kids run while roaming all around
We go by behind without a sound
And we all got stories to tell
Put a penny in a cup no matter how small
I'm just a dollar short of catching the Greyhound home
And God bless you sir won't see me no more
Cause I'll be drunk behind the Jiffy store
Well I'm gonna get straight if it's the last thing I can do
I get my life together if someone would care
And if I should die before my time is through
Tell all the people who I was
On a bench, a sour stench, clutching my booze
A pair of swiss cheese socks and torn up shoes
Whiskey breath, dumpster chef, next to Taco Bell
I dropped my aspirations down a wishing well
Drunken stance, piss my pants, piano-key teeth
All these things will blind you from a man beneath
I'm not a fool, been to school, I've read Sun Tzu
You see us bums are people too
So I'm back in jail, I can't make bail
I get my three square meals
Oh how I've forgotten how a bed and pillow feels
I'll take a breath, there's nothing left
I'll lift my head, the Bible said
To all those weary, I will give you rest
On the streets where I sleep, Bullet is my name
You see I've lost my wife and child in the whiskeyest of blame
So I've been preaching gospels to the crazies on the curb
Among these people I'll achieve my fame
Cause I can't get a job, 'cause of dirt on my face
I can't find a wood for our resting place
I ain't a bad guy, Lord knows I try
And I'm 'prolly right here in the ally where I'll die