VAGRANT

Teetering on the edge

Of becoming a vagrant

I'm searching for a home in every hole

Cursing my sensitivity a hell of a distance

Craving a little more opposition to stroll

 

What am I doing in these corners

Where nobody ever goes

Except the city's lost sons and daughters

Are we all up for disposal?

Let me know

 

Wavering on the edge

Of becoming latent

Does a heart have to be whole?

Cursing my naivety I know I'm a fool

Believing everything that shines is gold

 

What am I doing in these corners

Where nobody ever goes

Except the city's lost sons and daughters

Are we all up for disposal?

Let me know

Are we All

 

Teetering on the edge

Of becoming a vagrant

I'm searching for a home in every hole

Cursing my sensitivity a hell of a distance

Frightened by the peril in the barrel I saw the shooting hole

 

What am I doing in these corners

Where nobody ever goes

Except the city's lost sons and daughters

Are we all up for disposal?

Let me know