Poor Lost Souls

In the city of L.A. If you're ever out that way From Hollywood and Vine You can see the Hollywood sign Look down and see the stars Look up and see the gold Look around and see these poor lost souls She's just a lump of coal But she could have been a diamond He's just a lump of coal But he should have been a diamond Oh Lord, bless these poor lost souls Well, there's mercy in a hand They say, "God bless you, sir and ma'am" And those that pay no mind They go home and draw the blinds And the mercy that they lack With their hands tied 'round their backs Oh Lord, bless these poor lost souls She's just a lump of coal But she could have been a diamond He's just a lump of coal But he should have been a diamond Oh Lord, bless these poor lost souls These poor lost souls, no one out here who loves them They have no place to go No one out here who needs them Just trash down on the sidewalk Just rags down in a hold Oh Lord, bless these poor lost souls She's just a lump of coal But she could have been a diamond He's just a lump of coal But he should have been a diamond Oh Lord, bless these poor lost souls Oh Lord, bless these poor lost souls