Living down by the rails br Wasting time that prevails br Wondering in streets and alleys br Asking money for a few O’Malleys br br Nother day passes by br No more thoughts all a lie br All fake and unnatural br And non cultural br br Curious people walking by br No respect, pretend they’re shy br br Frightened of the cold br Cold generated by the world br Just a lonely soul on a round hard bowl br br Hiding under the dirty blunkett br Coughin, scratchin’, an empty cigarette pack br Memories and dreams in a rusted tin br Most of them lost at sixteen br br Sarcasm never wins br Patience is a virtue br It’s time to let go br All guilt and ego br br The Beggar is a wise man br so give him a penny son...