Lyrics

A man walks down the street with a cold look on his face.
Can't get enough to eat as he walks around in space.
Seems like yesterday when I was thinkin' to myself,
"man I like that car, if I made twenty thousand more. If I made twenty thousand more."

Babies live in boxes as the wind blows down their door.
We're wearin' minks and foxes, money's tight that's for sure.
Saw the news in the city, two men dead last hour. Oh, what a pitty, well they do that to themselves. Yeah they do that to themeselves.

Gotta change the way you think about other people.
It don't make sense to close the door when you are able.
To give of yourself, It doesn't take much for you to help.
Just think about them, when you think of yourself.