Gale Force Wind

He has nothing but a can of beer
Two crutches and the soot from the air
And nights of soaking in the city’s drains
He hates the rich but he hates in vain

If a power was to lift him up
Make him rich, would he admit it was luck?
Or say he’d earned it, and claim a state of grace
Just like the rich in this hateful place

What the hell is wrong with you?
You long to lord it like the rich folks do
As you command me from the depths of gin
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
Walk a tightrope in a gale force wind

I saw a dead man in the street today
And he’ll stay there because he never paid
He was a stranger who would not go home
Blinded by sun on the streets of gold

What the hell is wrong with you?
You long to lord it like the rich folks do
You command me from the depths of gin
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind
Walk a tightrope in a gale force wind

Mother Mother won’t you dry my eyes
Doctor says that I will have to die
I went with someone and I woke to find
I’m now subhuman and I don’t know why
I’m now subhuman and I don’t know why

Nothing is what you’ll you hear from me
When they ground me and spat me back on the streets
Will I be sorry I chose reality
Instead of half-wit romance and greed?

Go apart, go right, go straight
And watch your friends become the kind you hate
And face extinction with a sheepish nod
Twilight of the underdog

What the hell is wrong with you?
You laugh at murder like the rich folks do
I can no more stop it in the state I’m in
Than I can walk a tightrope in a gale force wind

With no change whatsoever
With no change whatsoever
By night I just attacked myself – I don’t count
With no change whatsoever
I just attacked myself