Faces
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Uh-huh
His space is
At the Palace, he sleeps for twenty five cents
Uh-huh
Now he´s wiping headlights
Windshields with an old rag
It ain´t nine to five
Down and dirty, he´s an old tramp
He poses like a dead man
The night train passes by

Money´s
Not the answer for princes and dancers
Uh-huh

He´s standing under street lights
He´s thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife
The corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and jitters
Boston blue laws ain´t for shitters
And newsprint is for cheaters
Cement mattress for believers

A dirty old bum
He´s a dirty old bum
He can´t say "Yes"
He can´t forget it A dirty old bum

Now he´s shooting power curves
His buddies think he´s got some nerve
Mrs Face had other lovers
Her arms smothered other numbers

He freezes
Christmas season, all saints protect him
Uh-huh
His face is
Cracked for reason beyond recognition
Ah