Penny for the guy, sir?

Is that what you think of me?

A dirty indicator of what life just shouldn’t be

I interrupt the passengers with my whining and my call

Underneath the subway, or along the river wall

I used to be a rich man, well at least I paid my way

Worked for queen and country, just to live in your society

My home is just a blanket, and an empty cardboard box

in an empty carpet warehouse, underneath some shops

I never know what time it is with so much time to lose

the rats don’t mind the cigarettes or the holes inside my shoes

If only I could find a way to beat this hunger, inside

that’s why I’m always drunk, so I forget that I once had my pride

My dignity

Last week I fell down twenty stairs, I couldn’t walk for days

but I forced myself to get some food from the Catholic parade

The police they picked me up, as I lay collapsed under the heat

and took me to some medical place, then dumped me outside on the street

It took eternity to soak the clothes from off my back

and even longer to eradicate the lice that crawled unchecked

On to A and E, waiting, to try and make me clean

but there’s always someone more important and I was never seen

So, I wonder lonely, do you know which way is home?

I thought it was self-evident, but why does no one ever answer my call?

Where’s your sympathy?

Don’t want your sympathy!

Don’t need your sympathy!