| Lyrics: | He approaches, a human pop quiz He's flayed open, he's just ashes and crumbs D.C. will do that to
you Empties his life into your hands with one question Can you help me out? Do you own his
hunger? Is spare change the right thing? Half hearted, nervous, scour the pocket for dimes He
cups his hand to form a pouch of sour skin Direct deposit! scene extinguished! Still you never
know if you answered the question Did you help him out? Do you feel uncomfortable? Maybe you
should be |
