There's a man on the corner   With his hands holding tightly   To his hat so it won't blow away   With a girl, with her hands in her pockets   Holding tightly to her money   So she won't blow it today      It's all the same, everyday.       When he gets home from work   There's his children already in bed   Without seeing his face today   And the girl, with empty pockets   Spent her money, she might as well   Throw her wallet in the fireplace      'Cause she is the L   And he is the O   For us, Liars Out there,   And she is the V   And he is the E   For the Violence in Everyone   And we might spell you   We're nothing like you      And when his kids grow up old   Ad have children of their own   Thy swear they will never wear   Te same size hat their father wears   And the girl, now a women   Says she's happy, and thanks God   For Jewelery and single millionairs      Cause she is H   and he is the O   for us, Humble Orphans,    And she is the P   and he is the E   for Potential in Everyone,    And we might spell you   we're nothing like you.