Lyrics

A crust, a crust of bread Give it away To the man who sits in here all day It's hard, it's difficult To get in his head There are shields and doors And guard gates in the way For sleeping outside Is not merely child's play In your wildest dreams Can you picture the strain No walls, no ceilings Trying to stay awake So no one is able to make off with your things And the library by day Is the only place to be There is a bathroom and a sink To wash your clothes I found him bubbling out front So wish away Find out that this is the way the day goes He is walking down the street Blind to every eye he meets A crust, a crust of bread Give it away A crust, a crust of bread Give it away