St Vulgar St.

Down in the gutter an orphan boy Who's never been given a single joy Making it breaking in selling the loot Hate in his eyes, a hole in his boot And all you wealthy folks You drink your wine and you tell your jokes You sermonize and it don't ring true But there's the door, away with you And down in the street there's an orphan girl She's never been given no love in the world Making it selling her time in hotels She's never been one for the wedding bells And all you wealthy queens Servants and your limousines You talk and you talk as if you knew There's the door, away with you They walked into the room They talked the terms a while She pulled it off and heard him say, good lord, it's been a while She told him not to worry He told her not to ruse She told him that it always goes the way it always do And down on the view below The faces look the same The times is frozen by the night The streets are wet with rain And after in the morning light He found her arms were growing tired He made to rise and she said, no She said, hold me close before you go And all you wealthy folks You drink your wine and you tell your jokes You sermonize but you don't know What it's like to live below And all you orphan boys And all you orphan girls They will never lend a thing to you So take what you can, take all you can use