He double up behind a car, freezing, wailed up to weep Just another brand to his scar, yearning the eternal sleep Where do these bare feet walk? A man passing digging for cash Another man's lonely balk adding more pain to the lash Shiver and wait for the morning wrapped in paper with yesterday's news The poor, homeless vagrant consume another bottle of booze Walking a one-way path of sorrow, he chose life's shortest straw Thrown out society's back door and told never to return anymore Deep down in the bottle he can hear the voices of the dead Softly chanting "won't you come and join us here instead" Shiver and wait for the morning wrapped in paper with yesterday's news The poor, homeless vagrant consume another bottle of booze Modern Samaritans with a blind-eye turning their head away The world is just one more lie leading this man far astray Hurry up to the end of the path through the dark into the light To the never closing club where the music never stops