| Song | Waterfront Weirdos |
| Artist | Magellan |
| Album | Impending Ascension |
| 作曲 : Gardner | |
| We are the misfits with a broken horizon | |
| Like Keats or | |
| Hemingway, survive with poets defiance | |
| Christmas at the | |
| Martinique grieving for a home | |
| Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone... | |
| Rank of the privileged on the evening commute | |
| Don't want to be bothered, don't want to be used booming in suburbia, shuttle's on the way | |
| A beggar asks for money. | |
| It's a dollar you don't want to pay- | |
| To the Waterfront | |
| Weirdos For the | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos Who are the | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos? Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind | |
| In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive yet we find | |
| It's so damn hard to conceive `till it looks you straight in the eye | |
| Just take a walk on | |
| West 32nd | |
| Street or pick up a | |
| New York Times and believe it... | |
| Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the outcast- | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos. Who are the | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos? Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind | |
| In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive then we find | |
| Powerless is a child in the wake of hunger at night | |
| Giving up-giving in | |
| Can't we hear their screaming from within...? | |
| My life spent standing here in the back of a line | |
| I'm living for the moment-yes, | |
| I'm living by the hour in a game of survival | |
| In a mood of resignation | |
| I'm not the man | |
| I am- meal ticket, waiting for a handout | |
| Things will change and somehow | |
| I'll get out | |
| I keep telling myself it won't last forever | |
| Adversity closing in, my sanity lapses, | |
| I'll rise again | |
| Resisting the end | |
| Only 22 as my apprehension seques into an | |
| IMPENDING | |
| ASCENSION | |
| I could not fake this for long | |
| How long am | |
| I supposed to take it lying down? | |
| I will not take this lying down! | |
| Many live on the edge | |
| Keep them out of sight out of mind | |
| In the end it is us picking up the pieces that we find | |
| On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear | |
| When will we wake up? | |
| Failures are mounting as the underclass grows every year and believe that- | |
| Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos It's so damn hard to believe `till it looks you straight in the eye | |
| Shake the hands of losers lost on | |
| Broadway who remember a nostalgic time and believe that- | |
| Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the outcast- | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos. |
| zuò qǔ : Gardner | |
| We are the misfits with a broken horizon | |
| Like Keats or | |
| Hemingway, survive with poets defiance | |
| Christmas at the | |
| Martinique grieving for a home | |
| Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone... | |
| Rank of the privileged on the evening commute | |
| Don' t want to be bothered, don' t want to be used booming in suburbia, shuttle' s on the way | |
| A beggar asks for money. | |
| It' s a dollar you don' t want to pay | |
| To the Waterfront | |
| Weirdos For the | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos Who are the | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos? Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind | |
| In our midst a disgraceanswers are elusive yet we find | |
| It' s so damn hard to conceive till it looks you straight in the eye | |
| Just take a walk on | |
| West 32nd | |
| Street or pick up a | |
| New York Times and believe it... | |
| Up in an ivory tower it' s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the outcast | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos. Who are the | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos? Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind | |
| In our midst a disgraceanswers are elusive then we find | |
| Powerless is a child in the wake of hunger at night | |
| Giving upgiving in | |
| Can' t we hear their screaming from within...? | |
| My life spent standing here in the back of a line | |
| I' m living for the momentyes, | |
| I' m living by the hour in a game of survival | |
| In a mood of resignation | |
| I' m not the man | |
| I am meal ticket, waiting for a handout | |
| Things will change and somehow | |
| I' ll get out | |
| I keep telling myself it won' t last forever | |
| Adversity closing in, my sanity lapses, | |
| I' ll rise again | |
| Resisting the end | |
| Only 22 as my apprehension seques into an | |
| IMPENDING | |
| ASCENSION | |
| I could not fake this for long | |
| How long am | |
| I supposed to take it lying down? | |
| I will not take this lying down! | |
| Many live on the edge | |
| Keep them out of sight out of mind | |
| In the end it is us picking up the pieces that we find | |
| On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear | |
| When will we wake up? | |
| Failures are mounting as the underclass grows every year and believe that | |
| Up in an ivory tower it' s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos It' s so damn hard to believe till it looks you straight in the eye | |
| Shake the hands of losers lost on | |
| Broadway who remember a nostalgic time and believe that | |
| Up in an ivory tower it' s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the outcast | |
| Waterfront | |
| Weirdos. |