frost controls the street and the pizza parlor's closed
i'm empty like the city, like the scottish piper i stand alone
pull out a cigarette and light it 'neath my shirt
taste it for the warmth and blow the smoke out like dirt.
and all the money i once spent means nothing to me now
all i need is shelter's stand, to pull me up out of this world
the way i shiver in the wind, you'd think i had something to lose
you think i'd care about the time, crime, or disaster on the news
but i'm a cripple on his feet, a poet on the beat, one more man on the street
I rise in the morning and breath in the fresh air
straighten out my tie and straighten out my hair
head over to the cafe, ask a guy there for some change
he hands it over reluctantly and looks at me as if i'm strange
i head up to the counter, and i'm staring at the girl
once upon a time i would have bought her a diamond, a pearl, a light
and asked to take her out at night, show her all the world
but i just can't compete, i order coffee and a sweet, one more man on the street
people speak of presidents and politics and votes
people speak of currency, of bankers cheques and notes
people speak of parties and celebrations and new clothes
people speak of relationships, of love and kiss and exchanging a red rose
i speak of the night, i speak of the past
i speak of the loser, of the bottom, i speak of the last
i speak of the men, who couldn't stand the fight
i'll always pick the left, over the right
i'm the kid on the bus without a seat, a bed with hypnotic sheets, one more man on the street
i'm a cripple upon his feet, a poet on the beat, one more man on the street,
i just can't compete, i order coffee and a sweet, i'm one more man on the street.
I gathered 'round the city street
to see the entertainer
And I saw a thousand politicians there
and they were all trying to contain her.
So i tried to find a spokesman,
to keep her on the street
I tried to find a shoemaker,
so I could keep her on her feet.
But all I found was this old man
with blisters on his toes.
He had a beard down to his ankles,
and tattered rags for clothes.
I asked if he could help me,
he looked up at me like scum.
"No matter what you try", he said
"You won't get nuthin' done".
And then it started raining, I saw the street-light fading
and the weather was following me.
I find it quite frustrating how it keeps on raining and I hope
that you agree.
Do you agree?
I walked up a couple of miles
to find myself a place to stay.
'Saw a group of young kids,
they were making on their way.
I couldn't see their expressions
they were shadowed by their hoods.
I couldn't see their faces
and I wouldn't try to if I could.
But they looked at me and their blood ran cold
they said "get a haircut man".
"And look like you?" I replied
they chased me and I ran.
They caught me up about a mile later
but I put up a pretty good fight.
They beat me down to the underclass
left me bleeding in the night.
And then it started raining, I saw the street-light fading
and the weather was following me.
I find it quite frustrating how they're so degrading
and I hope that you agree.
Do you agree?
I woke up the next morning
with the sun shining on my face.
Sighed relief for just one second
in a state of grace.
I looked about to try and find out
where abouts I was.
Looked like someone had picked me
up and saved me from deaths door.
And sure enough, a man walked in
sat down beside the bed.
Told me I was in his ward,
and rubbed a flannel across my head.
I thanked him for his generosity
he told me "sleep on through the day"
i told him "thanks,
but no, i'd really best be on my way".
And then it started raining, I saw the street-light fading,
and the weather was following me,
I find it quite frustrating that they're so constraining
and I hope that you agree.
Do you agree?
I walked on through the city
trying to find these kids,
I called down a couple of my friends,
told them what the vandals did,
And we eventually caught up with
one of them,
pushed him down onto the street...
I kicked his head back onto the floor
and I stood there at his feet.
"I'm sorry" he shouted out.
"what do you want?" he said.
"Listen man", I told him "I've really
got nothing else to say".
I was about to kill him there and then,
but my morals got their way.
And then it started raining, I saw the street-light fading
and the weather was following me.
I find it quite frustrating that it keeps on raining,
And I hope that you agree,
Do you agree?
How long will it be before the lives that we lead
crash down like the waves?
And the people that we love float off up above
and there's nobody left to save...
How long will it be before the path that see
turns into the road?
Because the day may be bright but it's turning to night
And I can't stand the cold...
So I'm heading for the irish sea
or some place make believe
where I can guarentee
we'll never disagree
Oh yes, all of the thieves
will be hung up like the leaves
and anybody who decieves
has no chance to achieve...
Can you feel the protection?
'Cos i need the perfection
I'm one more man lookin' for
the direction.
How long will it be before our coffee turns to tea
and the narrow turns to wide?
How long will it be before the door's only key
is locked away inside...
Yes, How long will it be before the clouds open free
and we'll be drowned before the rain?
How long will it be before you turn away from me
and i hang my head in shame...
That's why I'm heading for the irish sea,
or somewhere I feel free,
and I can guarentee
we'll never disagree.
Oh yes, all of the thieves
will be hung up like the leaves
and anybody who decieves
has no chance to achieve...
I need a place where social action
is the only distraction,
and i'm just one more man lookin' for
the direction
The compass cried and I got lost and soon froze half to death
I walked for miles 'cross open plains and thought I had nothing left
'Till I found Shelter in a Bar that sat in just the perfect spot
'Neath the forests where thirsty tourists sat with men who wanted to see alot
And it didn't seem
That men like me
Came in often
Sat beneath these trees
And some guy asked me my name
He was Paul
I was the man who lost it all
When his car broke down I got out and walked into a small cafe
Sat down on one of those old stools by the window and felt okay
The waitress came said I like your hair I said thanks she said where you headed for
I said I might hitch a ride out west tonight she said "Ah, I've been up that way before"
And as she spoke
I forgot
Why I was there
Who I was
She reminded me of a brick
of a wall
of the man who lost it all
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright, yeah, with you?
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
she is pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
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