Do you blame children for what they do not know,
Do you blame the homeless for being poor,
Look at that man walking around with wrinkled clothes,
He doesn’t know an iron nor to steam his clothes,
His smile is like the sun,
He wears his heart on his rolled-up sleeve,
He’s magnetic, attractive,
He just bought me a cup of coffee,
He said I was pretty.
Do you blame the homeless for being poor,
Look at that man walking around with wrinkled clothes,
He doesn’t know an iron nor to steam his clothes,
His smile is like the sun,
He wears his heart on his rolled-up sleeve,
He’s magnetic, attractive,
He just bought me a cup of coffee,
He said I was pretty.
Do you blame the woman who doesn’t speak the language,
She needs that frustrating job, more than it irritates you,
Look at all these people speaking to her, like she’s an alien,
The nickel and dime class can behave so classless,
Haven’t been taught compassion,
Tactless.
That man’s hand is shaking,
Where is the waitress with his drink!
He’s remembering his old woman,
The one he left with his children,
Where in the hell is his drink!
He needs to shake that feeling off,
He’s addicted to Blackjack,
Lost is the loser!
The city doesn’t know rain,
It floods all the time,
This ship’s been sinking,
It still behaves like the Titanic,
Surprised that woman in her final years,
Said it was the first time hearing the news,
She never heard the ship sunk,
Times haven’t changed,
History’s still the same.