Underneath an errant sun I
stubbed my toes into your town
I had in mind a manger just to
put my coughing child to rest
And all who know me draw their blinds
and shudder up their smarting eyes
This gift for you, it's killing me
Strapped to my leg like
Harper
Fett
So do not turn away and do not
shake your sorry hand
This idiot at my side
is just another mouth to feed
With his gnashing and his screams,
well he's the last thing that I need
Now he is a burdensome indeed,
he kicks and bites and blows the earth
They're just an ugly legacy,
yeah, he's nowhere else to be used to me
And he moves and grooves and leaps and skips,
as you can plainly see
And all my pockets full of sand,
and all my shoes so full of hoes
I travel light or deep, light,
for just one bed, for just one night
I got no ready funds at hand,
I got no finance for to pay,
But if I don't see shelter soon,
I may not see it another day.
Well, son, I'd like to help you out, but
I got my very own cross to bear,
And everybody's got a hard luck story,
and they all want to bend your ear.
So either pay or use the door,
I've got a business here to run.
And if you think this deal is war,
Well, sir, you're not the only one.
Sir, you're not the only one.
Sir, you're not the only one.