Penny to spare?

Miss, penny to spare?

Maybe a dollar for a dollar bread

Miss please - dollar to spare?

 

Streets littered with the homeless

Littered with the litter

of people cast out and turned away

No one to call family

 

Sir, spare me a shilling?

Miss only a piece of currant roll

I'm hungry, starving

Empty belly three days old

 

Miss I have three children

All on the streets

Spare me a sixpence

So I can buy them something to eat?

 

Drugs in their veins

To ease the pain of loneliness

How can I turn down these sad eyes

But how can I support thier habbit?

~the lyricist~

[19/11/05]

Don't think that you are immuned to this

You'll soften me up with your butterfly kisses

You'll butter me up with your empty love songs

You'll make me forget with your tender touch

 

I'm determined to make you see

Exactly what you did to me

And I'll make you pay like I did them

And you can't escape it

 

You'll suffer their fate my beloved

I've set out the tools I need for this game

And the hole is dug deep in the forest

Where they won't ever find what's left of you