Cold Cold Ground - Tom Robinson

Call me digger, I don’t have no other name

Don’t want no hassle next time I’m making my claim

Long ago and far away

My dad was an animal but that’s okay

Hitched to the city, now I’m here to stay

Begging on the cold, cold ground

Some people cuss and kick or spit in your face

Some just slip you a quid and quicken their pace

If you were me, the roles reversed

Don’t try to tell me you’d escape the curse

Every alternative’s so much worse

Than begging on the cold cold ground

Beg, beg, begging

The rain keeps hammering down

Beg, beg, begging

Begging on the cold, cold ground

I got smooth white skin, so I do much better than some

Some girls mother me, some men wanna have fun

Late tonight when you’re in bed

Or sat up surfing on the World Wide Web

You’ll forget the beggar boy you just met

Begging on the cold, cold ground

Beg, beg, begging

The rain keeps hammering down

Beg, beg, begging

Begging on the cold, cold ground

Don’t kid yourself that you’re immune

The 21st Century will be here soon

Fucked in a gutter, howling at the moon

And begging on the cold, cold ground

Beg, beg, begging

Why don’t you give me a pound?

Beg, beg, begging

Begging on the cold, cold ground

Am I alright?

You might well ask

A sop to your conscience as you walk on past

You sad motherfuckers can kiss my arse

I’m begging on the cold, cold ground