Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waterfront Weirdos, artist - Magellan. Album song Impending Ascension, in the genre Прогрессивный рокDate of issue: 01.07.2007
Record label: Magna Carta
Song language: English
Waterfront Weirdos |
| We are the misfits with a broken horizon |
| Like Keats or Hemingway, survive with poets defiance |
| Christmas at the Martinique grieving for a home |
| Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone… |
| Rank of the privileged on the evening commute |
| Don’t want to be bothered, don’t want to be used |
| Booming in suburbia, shuttle’s on the way |
| A beggar asks for money. |
| It’s a dollar you don’t want to pay- |
| To the Waterfront Weirdos |
| For the Waterfront Weirdos |
| Who are the Waterfront Weirdos? |
| Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind |
| In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive yet we find |
| It’s so damn hard to conceive 'till it looks you straight in the eye |
| Just take a walk on West 32nd Street or pick up a New York Times |
| And believe it… |
| Up in an ivory tower it’s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be |
| Homeless and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos |
| Who are the Waterfront Weirdos? |
| Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind |
| In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive then we find |
| Powerless is a child in the wake of hunger at night |
| Giving up-giving in |
| Can’t we hear their screaming from within??? |
| My life spent standing here in the back of a line |
| I’m living for the moment-yes, I’m living by the hour |
| In a game of survival |
| In a mood of resignation I’m not the man I am- |
| Meal ticket, waiting for a handout |
| Things will change and somehow I’ll get out |
| I keep telling myself it won’t last forever |
| Adversity closing in, my sanity lapses, I’ll rise again |
| Resisting the end |
| Only 22 as my apprehension seques into an IMPENDING ASCENSION |
| I could not fake this for long |
| How long am I supposed to take it lying down? |
| I will not take this lying down! |
| Many live on the edge |
| Keep them out of sight out of mind |
| In the end it is us |
| Picking up the pieces that we find |
| On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear |
| When will we wake up? |
| Failures are mounting as the underclass grows |
| Every year and believe that- |
| Up in an ivory tower it’s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless |
| And one of the Waterfront Weirdos |
| It’s so damn hard to believe 'till it looks you straight in the eye |
| Shake the hands of losers lost on Broadway who remember a |
| Nostalgic time and believe that- |
| Up in an ivory tower it’s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless |
| And one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos |