[Intro - melancholic piano and distant harmonica] [Verse 1] Been here since the morning, cold bites to the bone Holding out this empty hand on a street that ain't my home Just a few coins for some bread, maybe milk if fortune smiles People pass, they look away, been walking empty miles [Verse 2] They shout at me: "Go get a job!" like it's that easy to do I would, God knows I would, if someone gave me work to do Too old for their factories, too tired for their lies And the young ones beside me, no work under these skies [Chorus - drums and full guitar enter, emotional] Where is the help you promised? Where did the money go? You buy guns from your friends while we got nowhere to go Ten men at a table, deciding who will bleed While down here on the pavement, we just beg for what we need [Verse 3] It's an unjust world, yeah, it's a world gone cold Inhabited by humans, some with hearts of gold And some who count their millions, while we count the rain We were just unlucky, we didn't choose this pain [Bridge - piano and voice only, then harmonica solo] We are not ghosts, we are men We were fathers, workers, friends Just fell through the cracks of life We just need a little help to survive [Final Chorus - anthemic, full band] This is an unjust world, but still a world of men Some will lend a hand, some won't look again I'm not asking for fortune, just a little bread Just a few coins, sir, before the day is dead Just a few coins for bread... [Outro - piano and harmonica fading]
