Too Crowded, Crawdad

And so, the homeless have a stake somehow, the Lord of angels states to do it unto me ~ my sake offensiveness I can remake! A tone, a gesture of impede a beating by a Mayor's heed "out of my town", he intercedes old Crawdad crowded this guy's speed! Why not impair the lonely soul or bring to justice, Cops don't know, they hide the facts, incite control old Crawdad, able, got to go! Attorneys, Sheriff, all relate to ceremonies for their sake, but when the unknown need a break it's who gets His, not a fair shake! Old Crawdad bleeding on the rug the Mayor shouting "one more tug, I better quit, my tavern's crowd might hear my voice, you know I'm proud!" The Council hushing up the strain Their tourist season must have gain without the "bucks" we can't contain our lifestyle, qualities terrain! Well, Cop does hinder, warns the town this can't get out, we'll look like clowns he was encouraged, Council's row to make it less, just so and so! It's sickening, they all shut up the way they whisper, eyes dropped thin, no food for Crawdad, housing, stuff run out of town, that's all of him! So large or small, vestige the same keep flowers showing, hide the pain that flaw of justice must remain it's whose on first, belittled feign! Stories not over, Mayor Cain and Able Crawdad, called the game he sued the Mayor, lose his shirt goodies in numbers, stores, the roof! Not that asunder means get tough equal's not undermining's bluff, No Crowded Crawdad, own the town Homeless have voice ~ their own renown! Little town Mayor beats up a homeless man in Laundromat and leaves him bleeding on rug, he goes to Cop, takes report, nothing is done. You see the Mayor hires your Cop, and had you noticed the coalition here! It's happening everywhere! Say something! We are not all wandering, homeless!