The kid was born
In the dead of winter
He was kept warm
By the passing strangers
Scraps of fabric torn
Tossed in some worn old manger
They'd seen these kids before
No real home, no real danger
It's a peaceful town and
Folks are nice
There's always someone around
To lend a belly full of rice
And when the sun goes down
And out come the mice
Well somebody's bound
To let you stay for just one night
Oh no
They don't see you anymore
As you got older you got ugly so you got poor
You got cold when you got stuck out on the porch
They don't let the ugly kids indoors
And you
You just don't understand
Why they leave you
Picking through their cans
A bit of change can do a lot
You're awful kind to let me take it
I'd ask my Ma
But see uh, Mama didn't make it
This bit of change is all I got
It's what I'm given and what I've found
I could ask my Pa
But see uh, Daddy ain't around
Cute little kid
Can always make a buck
If you got a tear to shed
Maybe a thumb to suck
Well now the kid is dead
Guess he ran out of of luck
Nobody gives you bread
When your face is fucked
Oh no
They don't feed you anymore
So you got frail, and you got weak, and you got sore
When you got pale they'll be cleaning up your corpse
'Hey I think I've seen this kid before'
And you
You just don't understand
Why they leave you
Picking through their cans
And you
Well you just don't stand a chance
And now they'll leave you
Chewing off your hands
Cute little kid
Can always make a buck
If you got a tear to shed
Maybe a thumb to suck
Well now the kid is dead
Guess he ran out of of luck
Nobody gives you bread
When your face is fucked
Oh no