Uncle Slam
Uncle Slam - Will Work For Food lyrics
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Out on the streets I got nothing To call my own No where to sleep I got no shoes on my feet so alone Found me an alley where I babble Away my nights A shopping cart that I push when I'm seeing the sights Big time no time for me The social life was only a mystery Good life no time for me But that's all right I will work for food I fight a war on the streets every Day of my life Picking trash eating garbage to Keep me alive People stare like I'm some kind of Freak on the loose I've gone insane but insane is the Way that I choose