Oh he did it to himself they say
Homeless and on the street
Those needles served on a tray
He is working the beat
You go to church every Sunday
Listen to the word of God
Yet you judge me as I hide away
Trying to live like a sod
Did you see her being raped?
Did you feel the punches on her face?
Her last self-respect scraped
Dignity lost without a trace
Yet you sit there and judge
A human being without a soul
They don’t bare a grudge
They on no-one’s pay roll
Next time get up and help
A brother or sister in need
When you hear that desperate yelp