He kicked me out of his room yelling at me
You don't have a profession
I had to face my condition
In winter there is no sun
And even though they say that It's going to be very easy
It's very hard to improve
It's cold and I need a coat
And the hunger of waiting weighs me down
ÿ Who will give me something to smoke
Or a house to live in?
I know that you must be among the streets
But I don't know © part
And the radio confuses us all
Without money I will have a bad time
If the wolves eat my meat
I won't be able to steal half of them
God is an employee at a counter
He gives to receive
ÃÂWho will give me credit, my Lord?
Just smile
And maybe I waited too long
I wish you were here
They will close the doors of this hell
And it's possible that I want to leave
I got liquor and got drunk
In the bathroom of a bar
I was kicked into the street ©
And I felt very bad
And although I had never drunk
I had to end up in jail
I paid the bail a friend
The wounds are from the officer
I've been here for four years
And I don't want to go out
I'm no longer cold and I'm happy
My room overlooks the garden
And although sometimes I remember her
I drew her face on the wall
I only die on Sundays
And on Mondays I feel good

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