Sleeping at night in a plaster board box

Scratching the earth with the nails on my fingers

And the ground pukes up rocks and rocks and more rocks

And when the seeds finally reach the ground

It's all been for nothing



I hear the cries of children at night

I watch their faces grow sallow with hunger

Who draws the line between what's wrong and right

And when I ask my life is for

It's all been for nothing



Save your regrets for the dead, but for the living

Give them love and give them bread

One more hungry mouth to be fed

Remember the living

Give them love, give them bread



Standing in the light of the kitchen screen door

Like some kind of untouchable stuck in Calcutta

I almost forget what I'm standing here for

And I don't know what to do but I know

I won't leave with nothing



Where are the days when life was carefree

Why must I suffer this, what was my crime

Begging or thievery, which shall it be

Is there no other choice for me

I can't live with nothing



Justice only comes to the dead

And when they ask me what life is for

I must give them something