The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me
And all us poor cripples who've been in the wars
End up sleeping on her floor
Whoa!
When you're scared of down and out
You keep it to yourself and if anyone suspects
You say : Who me ? Hardly !
You tell him Thank your stars, this isn't Derby day
'Cause it's clear you've got the gift for backing the wrong horse, Charlie
Whoa!
When you're scared of down and out
You camouflage your fear with a fakin' D.J. smile
And maybe some boogie dancin'
But there's no need to be proud
Hey if something's hurtin' you
Could be it hurts your brothers too
From Langley Park to Memphis
Last night, last night I dreamed I dared to raise my head
The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me
Singin' sometimes the job gets you down
You're ashamed that the word will get round
Well all you poor cripples who've been in the wars
End up sleeping on my floor
Whoa!
And all us poor cripples who've been in the wars
End up sleeping on her floor
Whoa!
When you're scared of down and out
You keep it to yourself and if anyone suspects
You say : Who me ? Hardly !
You tell him Thank your stars, this isn't Derby day
'Cause it's clear you've got the gift for backing the wrong horse, Charlie
Whoa!
When you're scared of down and out
You camouflage your fear with a fakin' D.J. smile
And maybe some boogie dancin'
But there's no need to be proud
Hey if something's hurtin' you
Could be it hurts your brothers too
From Langley Park to Memphis
Last night, last night I dreamed I dared to raise my head
The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me
Singin' sometimes the job gets you down
You're ashamed that the word will get round
Well all you poor cripples who've been in the wars
End up sleeping on my floor
Whoa!
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