Beggars on the Street (Acoustic)

They sure don't think very highly of us From furrowed brows steely glares roll down their nose and this much, is what we've become accustomed to Sniggers and snide whispers of us From clueless creeps who peer from behind broad shoulders, and as such, try to brainwash opinion to match their views Like a long, iron nail between a carpenter's finger and thumb They want to hammer us down to put us in place with the rest of them And they say it's nice to meet us, but they couldn't give a fuck Reluctantly shake our clammy hands with a patronizing good luck And they say again it's nice to meet us Turn their back on us and leave To them, we're just beggars Beggars on the street And we could let these imbeciles win by letting passion crumble and cave in But that's not how we do things And we could let our tempers boil and overflow Tell the cunts exactly where to go, because we know, karma's a bitch and we'll take what we're owed So many things have changed since we first fell in love with this song And the fuck you that we crave is gracing the horizon So when they say it's nice to meet us, we couldn't give a fuck Reluctantly shake their crooked hands Knowing we don't need their luck And they say again it's nice to meet us Turn their back on us and leave To them, we may be beggars But we're beggars who believe So when they say it's nice to meet us, we couldn't give a fuck Reluctantly shake their crooked hands Knowing we don't need their luck And they say again it's nice to meet us Turn their back on us and leave To them, we may be beggars But we're beggars who believe