These streets are filled at night.
Too many people left out
too many people for it to be right
For this system I harbor my doubt.
I see Uncle Joe in the alley,
begging for your coins
waiting to meet someone holy
trying to make some Brownie points.
I see Aunt Betty pushing her cart
picking up your cans
waiting for a time to depart
this cruelty known as God's plans
I see Grandpa Moldy in the trash
rummaging for a bite
Looks like he found one at last
He certainly won't put up a fight.
I eat the homeless.
I eat the homeless.
Smell yourself you worthless waif
there's something not right with that stench
How can you possibly feel safe
close your eyes, here comes the wrench
Drop the knife, old man,
your maker has arrived
I know your scam
I'm hip to your jive.
You're making it difficult,
there's nothing left to say
Don't need any seasonings,
just a little salt.
I eat the homeless.
I eat the homeless.
I eat the homeless.
Population control, it's the solution.
I eat the homeless.
I eat the homeless.
I eat the homeless.
1998 © Dave Cavill