Can you spare some change?
Cause my finger-tips, that link to my palms.
Are looking a bit estranged
It ain't no shame
I just want some fame
These words echo back and forth into the mind
Of the man, who cannot stand, the condition -
Of his living.
He see's his dreams
But he becomes livid
He wanders with confusion than suspicion
Why these passengers wont spare there change to the homeless -
Musician
His guitar plays a sad song
His hat filled with no change
Has remained the same
Oh the shame of the people
Are looking a bit estranged
It ain't no shame
I just want some fame
These words echo back and forth into the mind
Of the man, who cannot stand, the condition -
Of his living.
He see's his dreams
But he becomes livid
He wanders with confusion than suspicion
Why these passengers wont spare there change to the homeless -
Musician
His guitar plays a sad song
His hat filled with no change
Has remained the same
Oh the shame of the people
They treat the Musician, lesser than the equal.
Just wait until you hear the sequel
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