Lyrics
He says the stares sting more than the cold, the apathy harder than these city streets, it’s been too long since he’s had a home, well at least he can eat, they call him dirty, the call him lazy, with a withering hand they call him crazy, it’s been too long since he’s had a home, it’s been too long since he’s been safe alone, he’s drinking again, just so he can sleep, he’s still dying today, on our city streets, here’s something that you might not catch, so far today I bet he hasn’t eaten yet, and where would he hide money from cops and thieves, well at least he can breathe, don’t blame homelessness on mental disease, it’s a percent not the entirety, it’s not ok if a shelter’s around, he’s still withering away, in this town, he’s drinking again, just so he can sleep, he’s still dying today, on our city streets
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