I can get drunk

Working is hell

I got a home, I got food

My parents won't give me more

Meanwhile, somewhere else

Homeless and starving

Like a knife in a swollen belly, hunger is carving

You soak in pity, they bathe in dirt

Uneducated and decrepit

Bodies diseased and ridden with worms

Now we take a little trip down Leper Lane

A new life to live in the land of pain

Beneath the arid sun, between hell and death

On the boiling floor, you take your last breath

Salvaging your insanity for the painful realization that it's not perfect, but it's the best you got so far

Next time you're complaining - take a Third World Vacation!