them homeless blues

one hill for the wicked and one hill for the saved
everyone is naked inside and everyone's a slave
when you climbed on top of this anthill
no one stopped to proclaim your crown
there aint no heros, there aint no saints
theres just us poor folks here around

you got no business rattling your chains like that
you think you're the only one to know
everybody's homeless on the streets
and the shelters they're all full

why you sittin in skid row charley's joint
drinking your last beer
acting like you got something
cause you aint been thrown out of here.

we all gotta be somewhere
and this is as good as any other hole
we all need someplace to stay
when you got no place to go

we're all one beer from the street here
from a paper blanket in a hole
when the cops roll up at 2am
you better have some place to go

its a dragged down way of living
on the streets across the bay
its a hell of a way to treat someone
who hasnt got the bucks to pay

one buck from the sidewalk
one buck from the door
one buck from the loneliest
cell block number four

its a crime to be broke in the city
its felony number one
they beat your head and leave you for dead
cause they hold all the guns

rich people they give up living
so they can go shopping instead
rich people got no reason
cept theys rather see you dead

there aint no dirt down on fourth street ,
no wino's pimps or whores
they all live here on death row
where the skid marks show at dawn

they dont want you in their city
they dont want you on their street
but everybody gots to be somewhere
when there no where else to be

one more empty alley
one more overpass
the sodium lights that shine all night
and the cars go speeding past

nobodys sleepin on down street
no one can stay in the park
no one has any money babe
so you better find a place before dark

its last call at skid row charley's
the light s are all turned on,
looks like hell but its better than
the place i havent got

no food no bed no telephone call
no family friends or dogs
im just another guy
who ended up alone
lookin for a job

you know there aint no justice
i sure aint expecting none
i made my mistakes
im paying my dues
but throw a dog a bone

i need a spot that i can lay in
where the bushes arent already full
I  need a cardboard coffin to crawl in
and just please be left alone

tomorrows a long time waiting
cause the soup kitchen dont open till noon
one piece of meat for a hundred bowls
and morning cant come too soon

one hill for the wicked and one hill for the saved
everyone is naked inside and everyone's a slave
when you climbed on top of this anthill
no one stopped to proclaim your crown
there aint no heros, there aint no saints
theres just us poor folks here around