Ah, look at all the homeless people!
Ah, look at all the homeless people!
Homeless James Thomas
picks up a tarp and the mat where his home tent had been
Lives on dirt air.
Limps on the sidewalk
Wearing the dust he collects that’s continually there
Nobody cares.
All the homeless people,
Where do they all come from?
All the homeless people.
Where do they all belong?
Homeless James Thomas
wipes off the salt sweat that drips from his fever-pitched brow
Coughing up phlegm.
Look at him dying,
begging the nimbies for fast food or change they might spare.
Nothing is there!
All the homeless people,
Where do they all come from?
All the homeless people.
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the homeless people!
Ah, look at all the homeless people!
