There Was A Poor Man Sleeping Silently, Newspaper Wrapped Around His Cryin' Eyes And Skinny, Stomach Tucked. Can I Spare A Dime? I'm Saving Up For Another To Kill This Empty Stomach Burns (it Burns It Does, Yea). There Was A Rich Man Walking Hurriedly, Gucci Winter Wear Wrapped Around His Tag Watch And Fattened Belly Tucked. I Got Spare Change But Why Waste It On Another. An Anonymous Man Getting' Funked Up.



Spit On A Humble Hand I Am Ready, I Am Ready. Hung From A Ceiling Fan I Am Dirty, I Am Sweaty. Come Down The Road Again, Humble Hand Held Out To Another.



A Wind Is Blowing, Pages Sell Veteran Green Wrapped Around His Cryin' Eyes And Poison Blood Alike. I Got A Medal That I Won For Savin' Another. They Don't Know What It's Like To Be Funked Up.



Spit On A Humble Hand I Am Ready, I Am Ready. Hung From A Ceiling Fan I Am Dirty, I Am Sweaty. Come Down The Road Again, Humble Hand Held Out To Another.