And not a dime to spare
Playin' on his pawn shop horn
And breathin' into the air
And another soul to feed
About an hour ago
Her purse was filled
All her silver unsold
But nothing to say
Despite her allegiances
She has found a way
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 I be free
And would that you were me
Would you burn or flee
You've got it on your feet
Your first is in the air
And somewhere in between
A song about homelessness. It'd be even better if you could understand the words without spending hours over it... but very cool. It concerns homless who seem fairly content "I'm homeless, god bless..." but also doesn't let us get complacent: "The blood is on your hands." Homelessness is society's fault, and by extension, yours. I like the activist side of Dispatch...
I think there are a few lyrics missing here, at the end. "You went down to sixty..." etc. Still, yeah, it's basically about poverty and who's to blame. Much Love, ~Marisa~
to me, it means that "rich people" are too stuck up to help those less fortunate. "her purse was filled, all her silver unsold"... the homeless guy surely doesn't have anything but his "pawn shop horn", but he's making the most of it... "i'm homeless, god bless, good day"; he doesn't hold a grudge against the old lady, even though she wouldn't offer any kind of help