Lyrics Requiem of the Crazies - Rusty Cage

Requiem of the Crazies

It’s kinda hard being a bum in this town
Where the kids run wild, running all around
We go by behind without a sound, and we all got stories to tell
Put a penny in the cup, you might hear us moan
I’m just a dollar short of catching the Grey Hound home
And God bless you sir, you won’t see me no more
'Cause I’ll be drunk behind the Jiffy store
But I’m gonna get straight if it’s the last thing I can bare
I’d get my life together if someone would care
And if I should die before my time is through
Tell all the people who I was
On a bench, sour stench, clutching my booze
A pair of Swiss cheese socks and tore up shoes
Whiskey breath, dumpster chef, next to Taco Bell
I dropped my aspirations down a wishing well
Drunken stance, piss my pants, piano key teeth
All these things will blind you from the man beneath
I’m not a fool, I been to school, I’ve read Sun Tzu
You see us bums are people too
So I’m back in jail, I can’t make bail
I get my three square meals
Oh, how I’ve forgotten how a bed and pillow feels
I’ll take a breath, there’s nothing left
I lay my head, the bible said
«To all those weary, I will give you rest»
Ohh!
But I’m gonna get straight if it’s the last thing I can bare
I’d get my life together if someone would care
And if I should die before my time is through
Tell all the people who I was
It- it’s- It’s rough, and, uh, I mean I have been sleepin' in a little water,
I’ve been sleepin' under the bridges, I’ve been sleepin' in the little
cardboard boxes, and stuff
You know, simply survivin'
Especially in the winter, it’s the hardest time
And like, uh, I’ll go out to fill applications for a job and stuff
They look at me, you know, and I’m like, I’m like, lookin' unpresentable
And they «Well, we’ll call you.
Leave a number.»
But how can I leave a number when I don’t have a phone?
It’s really humiliating to be shakin' a cup 24 hours a day and people just look
at you like you’re some kind of a bum, you know what I’m sayin'?
I mean I have people who walk past me, saying «Get a job bum.»
And I say «Wait a minute, I’m not a bum, I’m a human being.»
On the streets, where I sleep, Bullet is my name
You see, I lost my wife and child and the whiskey is to blame
So I’ve been preaching gospels to the crazies on the curb
Among all these people I’ll achieve my fame
'Cause I can’t get a job 'cause the dirt on my face
I can’t find no food or a resting place
I ain’t a bad guy, Lord knows I try
And I’ll probably rot here in the ally where I die
I’m gonna get straight if it’s the last thing I can bare
I’d get my life together if someone would care
And if I should die before my time is through
Tell all the people who I was
I’m gonna get straight if it’s the last thing I can bare
I’d get my life together if someone would care
And if I should die before my time is through
Tell all the people who I was