Dispatch Blood
One old man a ten hour day And not a dime to spare And breathin' into the air Playin' on his pawn shop horn And another soul to feed Little old lady left the scene I've got more coal to fire Her purse was filled About an hour ago All her silver unsold Little old lady had a mouth But nothing to say Despite her allegiances She has found a way Do rebut that It's never ever gonna go away Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea And if you open up your mouth You better shut that "I'm homeless, God bless, good day" Would that I were you Would I be free And would that you were me Would you burn or flee Your first is in the air The blood is on your hands You've got it on your feet And somewhere in between