Well, I’m a tired old beggar, ragged and torn…and sleeping foetus shouldn’t hurt,
Frail by the wayside, little hope with dopes in bottles,
They say it’s twice the joke.
But in another slumber, my heart longers for another,
God or mammon? – Make your choice.
‘Til, baby, baby nearly took me aside,
Well, I looked around and there was nowhere to hide.
And I was nowhere to find.
I’m a tired old beggar,
Let it be known the ways of men are never right,
Sick on the inside, little hope for dopes in bondage,
Jesus Christ.
So baby, baby nearly took me aside,
Well, I looked around and there was nowhere to hide.
