I'm just one of many faces
a lost generation of many races
Drinking, no place to go
but run down hotels and sleeping on the floor
Ain't got no money
what's the use of will
cause the city is gonna bury me
on Potters Field
All my yesterdays were once my tomorrows
The dues I have to pay wasn't worth my sorrow
Ain't nobody bussiness if I drink all meals
cause the city is gonna bury me on Potters Field
Well I guess i'll go out just the way I came
People slapping me about
making me feel the pain
I've lost my soul
now the devil won't make a deal
but there's a six-foot hole waiting for me
in Potters Field