and so we on our tiptoes creep   down the alleys, beneath the streets   past the trash and past the silt   past the canal which our hands built      on our backs we've slung rucksacks   and in our hands is rope held slack   we know most the beggars and whores by name   but for those unknown tonight Death makes his claim      we swear secrets kept      the tide met the shore and their lives were washed away   the sea forever will be the one who's blamed   we won't, no never be the ones to take the blame