There's that old homeless man
What's he doing around here
He drinks far too much at night
Then sleeps it off under the pier
He's life's been shattered
He has nothing of his own
He's a lonely, homeless old man
Doesn't even own a comb
His wife died of cancer
And his son was killed in the war
He's full of heartache and sorrow now
And doesn't want to live anymore
He's been begging for money
I never give him none
But soon he'll have saved enough
To buy a hand gun
He'll begin to cry and say a prayer
As he puts it to his head
He'll pull the trigger with a bang
Blow his brains out and be dead
But no one will mourn for him
No, no one will shed a tear
He's just that old homeless man
That no one wants around here.
