Stray Man

I'm a stray man out in the street
That's the only place whereI feel complete
Staying alive by using my wits
Gives me a feeling that just won't quit
Gets me in touch with the primordial me
Fulfills the promise of my ancestry

My lineage comes from the scavenging hordes
Don't hunt or plant and we lose all our wars
But we survive on the leavings of you and your kind
Don't ask for much but what you leave behind
Is sufficient for our needs and keeps us alive
The richer you get, the better we survive
I smell worse than a skunk and I get stinking drunk
I look less like a human than a walking piece of junk
But I am here to remind you of something you like to forget
That man is but an animal
Eternally in debt for his life to mother nature who supplies his needs
Who lets him go on living despite of his deeds
That's what you're scared of and so you take it out on me
The scapegoat for your illusions of divinity
And so I smear my dirty rag on the windows of your car
I sleep in your doorways and I mess up your parks
I bother you for money when you walk down the streets
I know I'm not the sort of person you like to meet
But I got a job to do and do as well as I can
It's a time-honored profession
I'm a stray man
And I've got no aim in living
I'm a stray man
And in spite of that I'm giving you a pain