Standing on the corner of crowded Cruises Street   I seen the loner walking his lonely beat   Collection for the third world, death is near   Don't give 'em any money, we got our own problems here      I don't care anymore   Heaven's near, stuff of lore      Give a man a kick when he's on the ground   But don't hurt him if you think you're allowed   Lopped off from the top, anti-septic   Bypassed at the bottom for being dyclectic      I don't care anymore   Heaven's near stuff of lore      No more.