اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
He double up behind a car, freezing, wailed up to weep
Just another brand to his scar, yearning the eternal sleep
Where do these bare feet walk? A man passing digging for cash
Another man's lonely balk adding more pain to the lash
Shiver and wait for the morning wrapped in paper with yesterday's news
The poor, homeless vagrant consume another bottle of booze
Walking a one-way path of sorrow, he chose life's shortest straw
Thrown out society's back door and told never to return anymore
Deep down in the bottle he can hear the voices of the dead
Softly chanting "won't you come and join us here instead"
Shiver and wait for the morning wrapped in paper with yesterday's news
The poor, homeless vagrant consume another bottle of booze
Modern Samaritans with a blind-eye turning their head away
The world is just one more lie leading this man far astray
Hurry up to the end of the path through the dark into the light
To the never closing club where the music never stops
