Lyrics:
is a lonely nurse's story
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[Chorus]
Sometimes a legend
Sometimes a beggar
This is a lonely hobo's story
Poor Mohammed at the peep show
Kick the beggar down the stairs
Can't keep guard, he's old and feeble
Steal his books, burn his prayers
Poor
Yourself on heartattack and vine.
Doctor lawyer beggar man thief, Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief,
If you want a taste of madness, you'll
tonight
Right tonight, you're my choice tonight
You really got me, yeah, feeling right
Look out, girl, sure gon' be a heavy night
Chooser, beggar
And I'll break down sixteen shots
That's one + eight + seven on a undercover
Bootlegger, you're worse than a beggar
Makin a fake profit, stop it
Cause I work
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
a general
I'd have to take steps down to be on a pedestal
I am what the one-eight after the seven do
Give it my all but you want more, you lil' beggar you!
wish that beggars were choosers
Unload my love like a looter
I need some gas and a kick start, for a good heart
The lighting's cheap, and the room
I should have known one day you would come
All of us walk so blind in the sun
Midnight feeder, beggar pleader
I should have known one day you would
alive
Hell we all die
Sometimes
Hell we all try
Somewhere
Money always sees
Money always draws
The light
Hope you can see
Through the beggars
In
things in the morning chill
Left the lace in the window waving
Headed for the coast of Brazil
He lived the life of a beggar
But he was born
than a beggar
Makin' a fake profit, stop it
Cause I work hard for the money, to make cash flow
To have another come along and take my dough
No
So I
They catch the smell of death
Old Grimey's lost its soul
Fifty million tons of coal
And we're beggars on the dole
Last shift, close her down
Last shift,
Inside my heart
Inside my dreams
And time will fade
In time we'll love
In the street we walk as beggars
In the alley faithless kings
Ah, but it's
all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me: "You must not ask for so much"
Firecrackers and ice-cold beer
Hear that band rockin' soon as you get near
Fried catfish and bibles sold here
Rich folk, poor folks, beggars and thieves
a work of art
back in Juarez out by the bull ring
a little beggar boy sat sifting through the sand
he found a peso and ten centavos
and good God...he
I woke to the sirens of the city
They were calling me to hold my head up high
But the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains
From the beggars
Mr Carmichael says that he loves his wife
I believe he does
Gives her everything that a man can give
But Mr Carmichael beggars himself
thought for "The Crow"
How does it feel?
Living in the black of your soul
How does it feel?
Like a beggar out caught in the cold
How does it feel?
to point ya'll to the cross,
And that's exactly where I'm headed,
I'm just another beggar pointin ya'll to where the bread is,
Maaan..
I'm not
I'm the golden baby born into the center
Mother was a gun and I fed nature to the beggars
Always talkin' but the kids never listen
They die in
She's a slack one, born of greed
Speaking endless words, long and empty
A beggar who still wants to choose
A dethroned queen still demands her due
transformed from a beggar to a wanted man
The dreams I'd had of a glamorous life were now, oh so close at hand
Bonnie kept makin' eyes at me, it was hard
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