Ain’t got a voice left to scream with.
Ain’t got a soul left to cry for.
Keep trying to go forward but
I just keep getting pushed backwards.
Singing for my supper in the
Dirty streets of life which
Just keep kicking me when I’m down.

Ain’t got anyone to love me.
Ain’t got anyone to care.
There’s no money in my pocket
And I’ve got nothing to share.
Singing for the family
That I always wanted to have
But were replaced by Hell beasts.

Ain’t got the education.
Ain’t got the experience.
No one’s helping me get further
When the desperation’s striking.
Singing for the hard times
Which keep getting harder
With no end in sight.

Ain’t got a god watching over me.
Ain’t got a savior waiting in the wings.
The baby’s crying louder just like
The mother’s getting ready to burst.
Singing for the wishes that
The stars have never granted
Because I’m just not worthy enough...


Singing...