Leper In Need

The sun is hot and hard to bear All out of options – nobody cares You're looking for an accomplice in your greed So who's gonna come to the aid Of a leper in need? You tasted too much and left things empty From the quart of rum to the horn of plenty See where this kind of gluttony can lead? Now who's gonna come to the aid Of a leper in need? We're a colony unto ourselves Castoffs, expats, infidels We're the black sheep – even Mother Theresa agreed She never once came to the aid Of a leper in need Waitin' on a sign Waitin' to be freed A stitch in time Might save nine But it ain't never saved No leper in greed Some righteous people help the poor They live their guilt right to the core But as for me, well that just ain't my speed I never done one wrong thing To any leper in need In some Third World nation, far from here They're exorcising the demons we fear The missionaries come with their Apostles' Creed Small consolation for us lepers in need Waitin' on a line For a conscience to read It's bad-faith time For the body and the wine Dead grapes on the vine And a leper in need So wrap us in tents and hide us away A quarantine ward on visiting day Come take a look, but don't touch us Or we'll bleed The world's an open sore for a leper in need I'll trade my sore for yours – Yeah I'm leper in need