The Bum Song - Rusty Cage

Let’s go down the rabbit hole

On these streets is where I roam

Got my pack and paper sign

Spent my money buyin' time

All I need is 50 cents

Got no bills, don’t pay no rent

Got no home, life is cheap

Behind the dumpster where I sleep

But oh my God, look at my sin!

Drunk off a bottle full of homemade gin!

Ragged old coat, hole in my shoe

Just need a dollar for a can of beef stew

'Scuse me there mister, can you spare a dime?

Haven’t had a meal for a very long time

Even just a nickel, I’ll be on my way

Can you help me out buddy, whaddaya say?

I said requiem, requiem

What do you expect from a dirty ol' bum

Requiem, requiem, requiem of the crazies

I think my mind is slippin'

There’s voices in my brain

There’s poison in the water

Slowly driving me insane

I think I’m being followed

They watch my every move

No one believes me 'cause it’s all impossible to prove

But oh my God, it’s all in my head

Just hangin' on by a sliver of thread

Rotten brown teeth, haven’t had a bath

Better hold your breath if we ever cross paths

I said, pardon me brother, could you spare a dime?

I haven’t had a meal for a very long time

Even just a quarter, I’ll be on my way

Can ya help me out buddy, waddaya say?

I said requiem, requiem

What do you expect from a dirty ol' bum

Requiem, requiem, requiem of the crazies

Requiem, requiem, requiem of the crazies

Requiem, requiem, requiem of the crazies