Poverty Street
David McWilliams
[Verse 1]
Down on Poverty Street names don't mean a thing
The clock doesn't chime, and the bells they don't ring
And the masks some call faces are withered and black
When you look down this road it's too late to turn back
[Verse 2]
Down on Poverty Street the days they are long
And you start wond'rin' where and who you belong
But there's no sense in wond'rin' 'cause I think you will find
That by all of the masters you've been left far behind
[Verse 3]
I can't move my feet from the place that they stand
I'm chained to this coffin by the masters' command
So I sit herе alone 'til my life is completе
'Til death comes and takes me from Poverty Street