Infection and the Homeless
No child to call my own,
No house to call home,
No one to throw a bone,
To me who's all alone.
Resorted to people's charity,
Because I'm filthy poor,
Hiding from infection,
While others break the law.
It's take or take,
And steal what they make,
So all this just shows is that there's no peace anymore.
No house to call home,
No one to throw a bone,
To me who's all alone.
Resorted to people's charity,
Because I'm filthy poor,
Hiding from infection,
While others break the law.
It's take or take,
And steal what they make,
So all this just shows is that there's no peace anymore.
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