There’s a beggar woman
dressed persian like, with a sign
that reads, I dunno, I never read it.
dressed persian like, with a sign
that reads, I dunno, I never read it.
She walks between cars
holding the sign for drivers to see
black print, God something, maybe make peace. I dunno, I never read it.
holding the sign for drivers to see
black print, God something, maybe make peace. I dunno, I never read it.
She’s fat. She’s asking for money
begging it from my pocket to her plate
and some people do, which I hate
begging it from my pocket to her plate
and some people do, which I hate
If she’s gonna beg, I want her to smell
I want her to wear rags and have scars
I want her to be hungry and I want it to show
I want her to wear rags and have scars
I want her to be hungry and I want it to show
That’s awful I know
Insensitive, cold hearted, what else?
Insensitive, cold hearted, what else?
But to see her, you’ll know,
and you’ll feel it too
The last thing you want is a beggar
better than you.
The last thing you want is a beggar
better than you.
I don’t think too long I don’t think too long I don’t think too long I don’t think too long I don’t think too long about her
Because to see her, you’ll know,
and you’ll feel it too
The last thing you want is a beggar
better than you.
The last thing you want is a beggar
better than you.
Friday, October 6, 2006
Skinny Beggars
