I once had a family, but now that's all gone.
When you're on the streets you look after number one.
Sleeping in doorways, begging for money.
Not so much as a trickle of honey.
Sitting there playing a violin.
No one putting money in my tin.
I walk around slowly looking for someone to care.
I want to ask for food too, but I don't even dare.
Sleeping in bus shelters as lonely as pie.
So lonely I could die.
Scrounging and scraping for days on end,
For at least a few coppers to save and spend.
I did the crime,
I paid the time.
