Will Work For Food Lyrics

Out on the streets I got nothing
To call my own
No where to sleep
I got no shoes on my feet so alone
Found me an alley where I babble
Away my nights
A shopping cart that I push when
I’m seeing the sights

Big time no time for me
The social life was only a mystery
Good life no time for me But that’s all right I will work for food

I fight a war on the streets every
Day of my life
Picking trash eating garbage to
Keep me alive
People stare like I’m some kind of
Freak on the loose
I’ve gone insane but insane is the
Way that I choose

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