We are the misfits with a broken horizon    Like Keats or Hemingway, survive with poets defiance    Christmas at the Martinique grieving for a home    Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone...       Rank of the privileged on the evening commute    Don't want to be bothered, don't want to be used    booming in suburbia, shuttle's on the way    A beggar asks for money. It's a dollar you don't want to pay-       To the Waterfront Weirdos    For the Waterfront Weirdos    Who are the Waterfront Weirdos?       Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind    In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive yet we find       It's so damn hard to conceive `till it looks you straight in the eye    Just take a walk on West 32nd Street or pick up a New York Times    and believe it...    Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be    homeless and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos.       Who are the Waterfront Weirdos?       Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind    In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive then we find    Powerless is a child in the wake of hunger at night    Giving up-giving in    Can't we hear their screaming from within...?       My life spent standing here in the back of a line    I'm living for the moment-yes, I'm living by the hour    in a game of survival    In a mood of resignation I'm not the man I am-    meal ticket, waiting for a handout    Things will change and somehow I'll get out    I keep telling myself it won't last forever    Adversity closing in, my sanity lapses, I'll rise again    Resisting the end    Only 22 as my apprehension seques into an IMPENDING ASCENSION    I could not fake this for long    How long am I supposed to take it lying down?    I will not take this lying down!       Many live on the edge    Keep them out of sight out of mind    In the end it is us    picking up the pieces that we find    On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear    When will we wake up?    Failures are mounting as the underclass grows    every year and believe that-    Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless    and one of the Waterfront Weirdos       It's so damn hard to believe `till it looks you straight in the eye    Shake the hands of losers lost on Broadway who remember a    nostalgic time and believe that-    Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless    and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos.