5 May 2012
A broken dope sick man,
It's hard to see him try to stand.
Eyes averted from his face,
You see it all around this place,
People lost like children in a crowd.
If you walk straight into town,
You'll see him lying on the ground,
Bottles all around, he sounds so brittle now.
He makes it through somehow.
He crys and shouts and screams his thoughts aloud
A waste to all the world His songs were never heard
Spare him all your pity He doesn't speak a word
Steps On Patrick's Hill • Opuss № I