Sleeping at night in a plaster board box   Scratching the earth with the nails on my fingers   And the ground pukes up rocks and rocks and more rocks   And when the seeds finally reach the ground   It's all been for nothing      I hear the cries of children at night   I watch their faces grow sallow with hunger   Who draws the line between what's wrong and right   And when I ask my life is for   It's all been for nothing      Save your regrets for the dead, but for the living   Give them love and give them bread   One more hungry mouth to be fed   Remember the living   Give them love, give them bread      Standing in the light of the kitchen screen door   Like some kind of untouchable stuck in Calcutta   I almost forget what I'm standing here for   And I don't know what to do but I know   I won't leave with nothing      Where are the days when life was carefree   Why must I suffer this, what was my crime   Begging or thievery, which shall it be   Is there no other choice for me   I can't live with nothing      Justice only comes to the dead   And when they ask me what life is for   I must give them something