Stray Man

I'm a stray man out in the street That's the only place whereI feel complete Staying alive by using my wits Gives me a feeling that just won't quit Gets me in touch with the primordial me Fulfills the promise of my ancestry My lineage comes from the scavenging hordes Don't hunt or plant and we lose all our wars But we survive on the leavings of you and your kind Don't ask for much but what you leave behind Is sufficient for our needs and keeps us alive The richer you get, the better we survive I smell worse than a skunk and I get stinking drunk I look less like a human than a walking piece of junk But I am here to remind you of something you like to forget That man is but an animal Eternally in debt for his life to mother nature who supplies his needs Who lets him go on living despite of his deeds That's what you're scared of and so you take it out on me The scapegoat for your illusions of divinity And so I smear my dirty rag on the windows of your car I sleep in your doorways and I mess up your parks I bother you for money when you walk down the streets I know I'm not the sort of person you like to meet But I got a job to do and do as well as I can It's a time-honored profession I'm a stray man And I've got no aim in living I'm a stray man And in spite of that I'm giving you a pain