Show me something worse    Than a child outside a church    Begging with a cardboard box   In a heartless town that hurts and mocks    And on a chair anywhere    I will sit down and cry   And close my eyes      Against the Christmas windows   Here in Christmas town   A young girl rests her tattered head    And the festive lights shine down       And if she were a kitten   Someone would take her home    But we've no pity for our own kind   Our hearts are stone   Our eyes are blind       Show me something more    Than the wolf at the door    All the begging in the cold    To keep the wolf from the fold      Show me something more    Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore   Under African sun or Dublin rain   Necessities remain the same      On the roof the old wood shed   The moon rested its pale head   Cost a woman on a screen    Who saw same things she'd never seen   And on a chair in a hospital   She sat down and cried   And close her eyes      Show me something more    Than the wolf at the door    All the begging in the cold    To keep the wolf from the fold      Show me something more    Than the an honest girl turned thief or wore   Under African sun or Dublin rain   Necessities remain the same