Losing my religion
Stick a tine in my all-seeing eye
Soup from the soup kitchen is only warm from 9 to 5
I get the feeling that my feelings will be set on fire
By some head honcho with a brand new look and crisp attire
He gives a dollar from his bujji Gucci bifold trash
That's more than most would give to garbage like I
And now there's garbage
In my pockets
From last nights dumpster dive
All I want is all I have
They could give not one care less
I just need a perfect chance
I'm no bum 'cause I can't fend
Walk a mile in my shoes and see the least of how I lose
The soles are busted and blue but these beggars cannot choose
That's why I see the world from peoples kneecaps point of view
'Cause sittin' on the pavement is much better than these shoes
I feel the holes that keep my toes unfrozen bust once more
But dimes ain't quarters and this world ain't giving more
Yeah
This world ain't giving more
All I want is all I have
They could give not one care less
I just need a perfect chance
I'm no bum 'cause I can't fend