Magellan - Waterfront Weirdos Lyrics
We are the misfits with a broken horizonLike keats or hemingway, survive with poets defianceChristmas at the martinique grieving for a homeThree generations tough it out on the big street all alone...Rank of the privileged on the evening commuteDon't want to be bothered, don't want to be usedBooming in suburbia, shuttle's on the wayA beggar asks for money. it's a dollar you don't want to pay-To the waterfront weirdosFor the waterfront weirdosWho are the waterfront weirdos?Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mindIn our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive yet we findIt's so damn hard to conceive `till it looks you straight in the eyeJust take a walk on west 32nd street or pick up a new york timesAnd believe it...Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to beHomeless and one of the outcast-waterfront weirdos.Who are the waterfront weirdos?Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mindIn our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive then we findPowerless is a child in the wake of hunger at nightGiving up-giving inCan't we hear their screaming from within...?My life spent standing here in the back of a lineI'm living for the moment-yes, i'm living by the hourIn a game of survivalIn a mood of resignation i'm not the man i am-Meal ticket, waiting for a handoutThings will change and somehow i'll get outI keep telling myself it won't last foreverAdversity closing in, my sanity lapses, i'll rise againResisting the endOnly 22 as my apprehension seques into an impending ascensionI could not fake this for longHow long am i supposed to take it lying down?I will not take this lying down!Many live on the edgeKeep them out of sight out of mindIn the end it is usPicking up the pieces that we findOn the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clearWhen will we wake up?Failures are mounting as the underclass growsEvery year and believe that-Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homelessAnd one of the waterfront weirdosIt's so damn hard to believe `till it looks you straight in the eyeShake the hands of losers lost on broadway who remember aNostalgic time and believe that-Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homelessAnd one of the outcast-waterfront weirdos.
