Blood - Dispatch

One old man a ten hour day

And not a dime to spare

Playin' on his pawn shop horn

And breathin' into the air

I’ve got more coal to fire

And another soul to feed

Little old lady left the scene

About an hour ago

Her purse was filled

All her silver unsold

Little old lady had a mouth

But nothing to say

Despite her allegiances

She has found a way

Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea

Do rebut that

And if you open up your mouth

You better shut that

It’s never ever gonna go away

«I'm homeless, God bless, good day»

Would that I were you

Would I be free

And would that you were me

Would you burn or flee

The blood is on your hands

You’ve got it on your feet

Your first is in the air

And somewhere in between