The Bum, The Baron lyrics

There are those who lack many things

Those that life so often ardious brings

Dressed in mottled rags tossed aside

Arthritic bones used from cold to hide

Then if they to achieve great heights

The weak winos are revolting sights

Some may lust for this dependancy

A Mad Dog lifelong afforded tendency

Poor of possessions and of heart

Poverty of actualization, a mental part

Though the bum does not alone keep

Little hopes or great dreams in sleep

Great wealth does not mean to lack

No riches harken the mind back

Too is worse to have and not use

The power of dynamite lacking a fuse

Pity bestow not on he in great haste

There are those to whom it is a waste

Though lacking physical needs true

Perhaps they may be wealthier than you

• Artist:Ww Ww