Bomzh
Sektor Gaza
Homeless Guy
I’m digging through the trash, like a little worm.
My life’s been a mess since I was born.
A sewer grate - that’s my door,
But I’m happy in my own way, for sure.
Twenty years ago, my home burned down.
Documents, money - all turned to ash now.
And now I’m picking up the pieces from twenty years -
Who needs an old, useless guy like me here?
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,
I’ll have a puff and crawl back home.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,
Open the grate, and crawl back home.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.
Hey, you guys, when you’re done with your wine,
Leave the bottles behind, I’ll be just fine.
Have a heart for this poor homeless guy.
I’ll stash them in my bag, no need to be shy.
I’ll take them tomorrow to the recycling place.
They’ll give me 60 cents, that’s my saving grace.
I’ll buy a loaf of bread and some cheese,
So I don’t starve and end up on my knees.
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,
I’ll have a puff and crawl back home.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,
Open the grate, and crawl back home.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.
Oh, please, people, for Christ’s sake,
Life’s been rough, I’m tired of this fate.
Help me out, kind stranger, with a dime,
I’m just a poor old guy, down on my time.
Oh, let me be, officer, I’m just a simple man.
I’m just a Soviet bum, not part of your plan.
I haven’t done anything wrong to anyone.
So why do you treat me like I’m the scum?
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,
I’ll have a puff and crawl back home.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.
And I’ll take a drag, inhale that bitter smoke,
Open the grate, and crawl back home.
Don’t feel sorry for me, I’m living just fine,
Just sometimes I get hungry, that’s all on my mind.