Picking up garbage, all cities delve
Sometime these guys talk to themselves
This latest craze began
By your garbagemen
Trash talk, it's where the origin dwells
She forages freely,
no conscience at all;
pain stabs at her gut
like a knife keenly sharpened.
Picking through garbage cans,
fish-stix and foie-gras,
the deep pangs of hunger,
the depths of despair.
Alone in the city she's
wasted and care-worn,
someone should notice,
loose change would be nice.
Simple's her name,
and her disposition,
she's lost all her spirit
panhandling for handouts.
An urchin with no dreams
and people that don't care,
she's wretched and feeble,
just curl up and sleep now.
Garbagemen find her,
she's yielded to fate;
medics are summoned,
they're simply too late.
She forages freely,
no conscience at all;
hunger stabs at her gut
like a knife keenly sharpened.
Picking through garbage cans,
fish-stix and foie-gras,
the deep pangs of hunger,
the depths of despair.
Alone in the city
she's wasted and care-worn,
wishes someone would notice,
loose change would be nice.
Simple's her name,
and her disposition,
she's lost all of her spirit
panhandling for handouts.
An urchin with no dreams
and people who don't care,
she's wretched and feeble,
just curl up and sleep now.
Garbagemen find her,
she's yielded to fate;
the medics are summoned,
they're simply too late.
She forages freely,
no conscience at all;
hunger stabs at her gut
like a knife keenly sharpened.
Picking through garbage cans,
fish-stix and foie-gras,
the deep pangs of hunger,
the depths of despair.
Alone in the city she's
wasted and care-worn,
wishes someone would notice,
loose change would be nice.
Simple's her name,
and her disposition,
she's lost all of her spirit
panhandling for handouts.
An urchin with no dreams
and people that don't care,
she's wretched and feeble,
just curl up and sleep now.
Garbagemen find her,
she's yielded to fate;
the medics are summoned,
they're simply too late.
She forages freely,
no conscience at all;
pain stabs at her gut
like a knife keenly sharpened.
Picking through garbage cans,
fish-stix and foie-gras,
the deep pangs of hunger,
the depths of despair.
Alone in the city she's
wasted and care-worn,
someone should notice,
loose change would be nice.
Simple's her name,
and her disposition,
she's lost all her spirit
panhandling for handouts.
An urchin with no dreams
and people that don't care,
she's wretched and feeble,
just curl up and sleep now.
Garbagemen find her,
she's yielded to fate;
medics are summoned,
they're simply too late.
She forages freely,
no conscience at all;
hunger stabs at her gut
like a knife keenly sharpened.
Picking through garbage cans,
fish-stix and foie-gras,
the deep pangs of hunger,
the depths of despair.
Alone in the city she's
wasted and care-worn,
wishes someone would notice,
loose change would be nice.
Simple's her name,
and her disposition,
she's lost all of her spirit
panhandling for handouts.
An urchin with no dreams
and people that don't care,
she's wretched and feeble,
just curl up and sleep now.
Garbagemen find her,
she's yielded to fate;
paramedics are summoned,
they're simply too late.
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