Besedila: Citizen Fish. Flinch. Bag Lady.

I just ate and I heard the change rattle in your tin
I point my eyes on distant blurred horizon me for charity

Or coffee make the day go faster - faster
Forty days, forty nights, forty currency exchanges

This is my corner, said the Bag Lady
This is my bed, said the Bag Lady
This is my wardrobe
This is my larder
This is my blood donor card

And you can keep all your opinions
As long as you let me keep mine

Some of us want some justice
Some of us want some dignity
Me I want to be left alone
From people pretending they want to be me

This is my can, said the Bag Lady
This is my hand, said the Bag Lady
This is my living,
So what are you
So what are you
So what are you giving?