Hey! You! Over there!
Can you smell my dirty hair?!
Do you hate what I wear?!
Who told you to care?!
Turn away and don’t stare!
What do you know about
A life that is a constant bout
A life that there seems no doubt
That you can’t ever get out
That makes you scream and shout?!
Your life may be better
And you may have a better sweater
To protect you from the weather
Because you had a better mother
Or because of your dancing Irish setter
But that doesn’t make you any better!
That just makes you luckier than me
And that is just too damn plain to see
But I have to take it seriously
When someone stares so furiously
To try to make me feel terribly.
So turn your ugly fat head around
And keep on walking out of downtown
And save your ugly disapproving frown
For people in your own lucky man town
Who look for attention from anyone around.
People like me don’t like your glare
Or your disapproving stare
Especially from someone who doesn’t care
And always has something warm to wear
Just because of their lucky dancing bear.
If you don’t have ill intent
Then prove it and lend me ten
I wont give it back again
And I might buy some gin
But think of the situation I’m in
In my life is gin really a sin?!
Forget it you hopeless elitist
I’ll go to the church to eat
And find a place to sleep
Where people like me meet
Others whose luck wasn’t sweet.
Maybe your dancing bear will die
And you will later be by my side
Trying to stay dry
While its raining outside
And get an infection in your eye
Then you’ll see I’m not such a bad guy
I’m just trying to survive
This hard life of luck gone dry.
