Dire Straits

I am in need of some cash could you give me a fiver Oh how I look disdained at his smelly attire Oh please mam I have two kids at home Then why on the dirty streets you roam I cannot find employment please help me mam I see you wont work I dont give a damn Please give me a chance to prove I am true Please get out of my eyesights view! No mam please help me I need some cash Stop bugging me like an allergic rash Dont turn your back on me please I beg Your rejection is my end I attest Oh dont test me you filthy insect I turn away in sheer disgust But turn in time to hear brakes slam He walked onto the road for a hepling hand I look down at his limp form in horror Its too late to regret he is gone forever . . .