Scratching the earth with the nails on my fingers
  And the ground pukes up rocks and rocks and more rocks
  And when the seeds finally reach the ground
  It's all been for nothing

  I hear the cries of children at night
  I watch their faces grow sallow with hunger
  Who draws the line between what's wrong and right
  And when I ask my life is for
  It's all been for nothing

  Save your regrets for the dead, but for the living
  Give them love and give them bread
  One more hungry mouth to be fed
  Remember the living
  Give them love, give them bread

  Standing in the light of the kitchen screen door
  Like some kind of untouchable stuck in Calcutta
  I almost forget what I'm standing here for
  And I don't know what to do but I know
  I won't leave with nothing

  Where are the days when life was carefree
  Why must I suffer this, what was my crime
  Begging or thievery, which shall it be
  Is there no other choice for me
  I can't live with nothing

  Justice only comes to the dead
  And when they ask me what life is for
  I must give them something