YOU GOTTA EAT
Sitting at the head of the table is the guy with the funny hat
To his right we have the ex-con with lots of tats
Leroy bounces to his secret beat, making Choo Choo sounds
A-Capella in soprano-falsetto
The only brother sings doleful curses
See what the crazy white world has done to him
Stringbean Willie, who has no teeth, gums his soup
His girlfriend, Loony Lulu, smiles at a day old bun
Spanish only spoken at the other table
Mad old dame with a face like lumpy gravy
Dishes out dessert with a silent curse
The food is rice with something you don’t want to guess at
Rain or shine there is always lunch at St.Vincent’s
We are collected together by anti-charismatic magnetism
And shunted in here by capricious fortune
The genetic wheel was spun long before
We were chosen to strut upon this vaudeville stage
Not everyone is on the bum, some
Are the Bushwhacked poor who have a home
But no money for privileged groceries
A visual survey tells you this life will
Eventually drive you mad, but
You gotta eat
And you gotta work whatever angle there is
To put this place far, far behind you