tonight people beg
for money and smack
I cast you no glance
and here are the facts
to earn the lot of what I got
I slaved for months and years
you paved your road to no abode
by never changing gear
so now you dine on tonic wine
you can’t afford the fare!
don’t look to me for empathy
you’d sniffle what I share
and as the fast show scurries past
its look says what you are
a loser floored in dirty doors
in gutters without stars
and those are the facts
to make the crowds bay
but when the dust falls
the street’s where you’ll stay