It's a wicked think that rules this town
Why else should people have to sleep
Outside
Playing your guitar on Christmas eve
Praying that a friendly soul will give
You something to eat
But you can tae my room
And you can eat my food
Cos even though I ain't got much
I know I got so much more then you
And I give you my hand
When your strength is out
Cos even though my heart ain't strong
Yoy know I'll do what I can
Cos people in this town
Sure know how to stab
And they do it over and over again
They got stocks, they got shares
Big business ideas
But I know one thing they ain't got
And it's heart!
I aint gonna sing about cocain and hookers
And if that's what you like I'll catagorize
You as fuckers
Cos there's to many problems that lies
Within yourself
Sort them out please don't dream away
And if you need a friend
Trough these Holidays
Step right in there's no need to explain
And maybe so that we're the same
But right now I'm the one reaching out to
Cos people in this town
Sure know how to stab
And they do it over and over again
They got stocks, they got shares
Big business ideas
But I know one thing they ain't got
There's always a beat in the back of my head
People who buy and people who sell
I don't think I fit into any of them
But those who do, will sure be my friend
But please remember you're not alone
Cos we woould never leave another soul out in
The cold
So from this band right to you
Trough the magic of music
We can make in trough
Cos people in this town
Sure know how to stab
And they do it over and over again
They got stocks, they got shares
Big business ideas
But I know one thing they ain't got
And it's heart!