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Sleeping at night in a plaster board box |
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Scratching the earth with the nails on my fingers |
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And the ground pukes up rocks and rocks and more rocks |
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And when the seeds finally reach the ground |
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It's all been for nothing |
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I hear the cries of children at night |
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I watch their faces grow sallow with hunger |
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Who draws the line between what's wrong and right |
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And when i ask my life is for |
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It's all been for nothing |
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Save your regrets for the dead, but for the living |
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Give them love and give them bread |
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One more hungry mouth to be fed |
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Remember the living |
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Give them love, give them bread |
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Standing in the light of the kitchen screen door |
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Like some kind of untouchable stuck in calcutta |
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I almost forget what i'm standing here for |
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And i don't know what to do but i know |
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I won't leave with nothing |
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Where are the days when life was carefree |
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Why must i suffer this, what was my crime |
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Begging or thievery, which shall it be |
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Is there no other choice for me |
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I can't live with nothing |
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Justice only comes to the dead |
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And when they ask me what life is for |
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I must give them something |
