HOMELESS

A December eve chilly and dark, she’s lonely in a mall Her dog asleep too weak to bark, strumming her guitar to allShoppers laden with gifts walk past, she has no money to liveShe’s treated as a lower class, and no one wants to give.The lame Jimbo visits her, when the moon’s high in the skyThey tell eachother their sorrows, until silly times at nightWhile Jimbo cleans his crystal eye, Maggie starts to drinkthe cannabis smoke, burns his throat, and then they start to sing. But no Jesus-like figures erupted from the stained glass No revelations hit him/her like a cement truck No Virgin Marys to go down on one´s knees Smile while you can, the bells of hell would rings Smile while you can, the bells of hell would rings.


Someone has dropped a dollar in her plastic cup.my tattered shoes have travelled many a rugged path,But all dreams end, maybe there will be a chance once again,Come take my hand, please let me lead you to hell.One day they sleep by fires, another they sleep in carsAnd the kicks from the county police always wake them up.The smell of hotdogs across the street, takes their breath awayIf today isn´t a good day, tomorrow will be a better day.But no Jesus-like figures erupted from the stained glassNo revelations hit him/her like a cement truckNo Virgin Marys to go down on one´s kneesSmile while you can, the bells of hell would ringsSmile while you can, the bells of hell would rings.