Sleeping at night in a plaster board box Scratching the earth with the nails on my fingers And the ground pukes up rocks and rocks and more rocks And when the seeds finally reach the ground It's all been for nothing
I hear the cries of children at night I watch their faces grow sallow with hunger Who draws the line between what's wrong and right And when I ask my life is for It's all been for nothing
Save your regrets for the dead, but for the living Give them love and give them bread One more hungry mouth to be fed Remember the living Give them love, give them bread
Standing in the light of the kitchen screen door Like some kind of untouchable stuck in calcutta I almost forget what I'm standing here for And I don't know what to do but I know I won't leave with nothing
Where are the days when life was carefree Why must I suffer this, what was my crime Begging or thievery, which shall it be Is there no other choice for me I can't live with nothing
Justice only comes to the dead And when they ask me what life is for I must give them something
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