Death Of An Individual Lyrics

Standing on the corner of crowded Cruises StreetI seen
the loner walking his lonely beat
Collection for the third world, death is near
Don't give 'em any money, we got our own problems here
I don't care anymore
Heaven's near, stuff of lore Give a man a kick when he's on the ground
But don't hurt him if you think you're allowed
Lopped off from the top, anti-septic
Bypassed at the bottom for being dyclectic
I don't care anymore
Heaven's near stuff of lore
No more.

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