Hands locked in darkness - a nocturnal greeting

We flutter like moths round the brazier's flame

Shrouded in shadow - our clandestine meeting

Here where past and present are one and the same.



No-one dies in Cardboard City

Faces only fade away

Eat your pride and take their pity

Fight to live another day.



And did those feet in ancient times

Walk bare upon these lonely streets like mine?

Does God watch us from that penthouse high above

His children down below who live on air and love?

Wrapped in old headlines beneath this shop awning

I shiver in silence and wait for the morning.



No-one cries in Cardboard City

That would be a waste of tears

Eat your pride and take their pity

Like you have so many years.



Youth of our nation - A lost generation

Like lepers we march to the chimes of Big Ben.

Exiled and rejected by powers elected

Our cries from the gutter don't reach number ten.

Give us this day our daily bread

Before the headlines read "bring out your dead."

Chip-wrapper flowers are blown onto this cardboard grave

My spray paint epitaph upon the wall it says...

"Here lies the bones of some poor homeless vagrant

He died as he lived, in the shit on the pavement."



No-one dies in Cardboard City

Faces only fade away

Eat your pride and take their pity

Fight to live another day.



No-one cries in Cardboard City

That would be a waste of tears

Eat your pride and take their pity

Like you have so many years