House Of Rags

Sitting in a cardboard shelter
On the streets forever
Daily news to lay my head
The future seems like never
Holes in my pockets, holes in my soles
Chewed out by neighbors
Four-legged theives steal my daily bread
That last week lost its flavor

Baptised in the morning rain
I scrub away a month's debris
But never rinsing out the pain
Cannot recall what once was me

Holes in my memory, holes in my soul
Chewed out by what I believe
Begging, wishing, hoping, stealing
Knowing I can never leave

Sleeping on a bed of stone
Living in a house of rags
Nothing else to call my own
Dying for a house of rags

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God I never wake up

Sleeping on a bed of stone
Living in a house of rags
Nothing else to call my own
Dying for a house of rags