Requiem of the Crazies - Rusty Cage

"Requiem of the Crazies" Original song by Rusty Cage. (from the album "HERETICS" 2013) DOWNLOAD THIS SONG:
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LYRICS

It’s kinda hard being a bum in this town, where the kids run wild, running all around,

We go by behind without a sound, and we all got stories to tell,

Put a penny in the cup, you might hear us moan,

Im just a dollar short of catching the Grey Hound home,

and God bless you sir, you won’t see me no more,

cause Ill be drunk behind the Jiffy store,

But I’m gonna get straight if it’s the last thing I can bare,

I’d get my life together if someone would care,

And if I should die before my time is through,

Tell all the people who I was.

On a bench, sour stench, clutching my booze,

a pair of swiss cheese socks and tore up shoes,

whiskey breath, dumpster chef, next to taco bell,

I dropped my aspirations down a wishing well,

Drunkin stance, piss my pants, piano key teeth,

All these things will blind you from the man beneath,

I’m not a fool, I been to school, I’ve read Sun Tzu,

You see us bums are people too.

So I’m back in jail, I can’t make bail, I get my three square meals,

Oh, how I’ve forgotten how a bed and pillow feels,

I’ll take a breath, there’s nothing left,

I lay my head, the bible said,

“To all those weary I will give you rest”

But I’m gonna get straight if it’s the last thing I can bare,

I’d get my life together if someone would care,

And if I should die before my time is through,

Tell all the people who I was.

On the streets, where I sleep, Bullet is my name,

You see, I lost my wife and child and the whiskey is to blame,

So I been teaching gospels to the crazies on the curb,

Among all these people I’ll achieve my fame,

Cause I can’t get a job cause the dirt on my face,

I can’t find no food or a resting place,

I ain’t a bad guy, Lord knows I try,

And I’ll probably rot here in the ally where I die,

I’m gonna get straight if it’s the last thing I can bare,

I’d get my life together if someone would care,

And if I should die before my time is through,

Tell all the people who I was.