I'll help you out when I've got the time
With a condescending hint of mine
I'm full of easy answers to set you straight
But I'm sorry I'm not made that way
Look below the gutter, third world
Squalor's knocking at your door
With your head bent underneath your covers
There's no such thing as a worthy cause
Eyes right, no sight, everybody's pleading
But I just can't hear their call
With a little luck behind them
Then you know that they could rule it all...
God helps those that help themselves
But what about those who haven't heard
There's a miracle in town and it's pa**ed
Them by, about twenty grand too high
You'll help them out, when you've got the time
By making out you sympathize
You're full of easy answers to set them straight
But I'm sorry it doesn't work that way
Read the sign, you'd better stand in line
Vagrancy's a crime, you won't get anywhere
Looking like that, you know you're
Getting left behind...
Eyes right, no sight, everybody's pleading
But I just can't hear their call
With a little luck behind them
Then you know that they could have it all...
God helps those who help themselves
But what about those who haven't heard
There's a miracle in town and it's pa**ed
Them by, about twenty grand too high
Eyes right, no sight, everybody's blindside
Everybody's cornered when they've got no money
Eyes right, no sight, everybody's blindside
Everybody's cornered when they've got no money
Everybody hears the call
Throws a bolt up to the door
Anyone can help the change, we don't need anyone
But everyone can help to rearrange
Easy answers, designed to set you straight
Any questions, no you've left it far too late
Try another route, no I'm sorry they've closed down
So it's another forty seven years of crawling on the ground