it's cold out baby
in the wind tonight
as you stumble numb
under neon lights.
with your palms out-stretched
and your baby crying
"you won't get none here"
get busy dying.
the man in the business suit,
he won't speak;he's got six figure stitches
sealing his lips.
the homeless girl
won't just dissapear
because the business man
has six figure stitches
across eyelids.
