No Small Mercies Here
Spare change
spare change
out here
I’m always asking
for what I need
ain’t it what they teach you
out there in the valley
speak up little miss
gotta get your needs met
it’s like this for me
if I don’t make myself small enough to be pitied
I’ll go to cement hungry tonight
I’ve never had what I’ve never had
how ’bout you?
have you felt it too?
the cold sidewalk fucking up your back?
I don’t need your pity
I just need your change
pity’s just a clever word
for the guilt you feel
at things being this way
just dig down in your pocket for me
and see what’s there
might be nothing to you
but it’s everything to me
the pigeons know
what it is I’m feelin’ tonight
right, pigeons!!
you; you haven’t got a clue,
do you?
it’s like this
the whole world is yours
except for everything in it
I know I scare you
I scare myself
sometimes
catch a glimpse
in a shop window
and I think it must be a ghost
what I am now
Jesus died
cause he said take care of folks like me
and the whole damn world
said we’ll have none of that
and here we are
and winter is coming on
and I don’t blame you for being scared
you should be
this is the world you made
me, I’m just scraping by in the shadows
staying small enough
to not break your goddamn heart
it’s ok, I won’t hurt you
but you gotta live with this
can you live with this?
cause I sure as hell can’t—
not for long, mister,
not for long.
Horror Sleaze Trash 