Wearing Camouflage (Poetry with Music)
Lyrics:
Wearing Camouflage
He took into a deep sleep because no one checked his stub
Around the town the bus passed every single club
No one sat by him or ever thought to perturb
Probably they saw his stubble and need for a scrub
Like he’d just been rolled out of the nearest pub
Even every time the tires made a mark on the curb
He was thankful to be out of the rainy drear
Until the bus driver told him you have to get out of here
What’s it like to live without an agenda
Nowhere to go no place to call his hacienda
It’s enough to make one feel a little unusual
You might feel that you’re wearing camouflage
Or when people look at you they’re just seeing a mirage
Sitting at the storefront with your feet propped
Patrol turns lights on so you’ll move with no place to adopt
The calls and complaints about you haven’t stopped
A dog follows behind you, gotta find a way to feed him too
Where to go next you haven’t got any kind of clue
The people around you with bags afraid to be copped
The seats around the tree all taken by old men smoking
Your best bet is to present your belongings to pawnbroking
What’s it like to live without an agenda
Nowhere to go no place to call his hacienda
It’s enough to make one feel a little unusual
You might feel that you’re wearing camouflage
Or when people look at you they’re just seeing a mirage
He was looking for a restaurant that’d give him free water
Or somewhere to just sit for an hour or two
But the prices on the menus were giving death stares
The waitress didn’t look like someone who cares
The cook owns the place and cares only for gross revenue
At night it must be a little embarrassing not to be drunk
The ladies giggling on the sidewalk one goes plunk
Another walks into traffic and stops as a joke
Who’s working all night it’s certainly not you
The metal shutters keep you from the inside world
It’s all for the best since you wouldn’t get a table
Probably they’d place you downstairs with the storage
What’s it like to live without an agenda
Nowhere to go no place to call his hacienda
It’s enough to make one feel a little unusual
You might feel that you’re wearing camouflage
Or when people look at you they’re just seeing a mirage
Wearing Camouflage
He took into a deep sleep because no one checked his stub
Around the town the bus passed every single club
No one sat by him or ever thought to perturb
Probably they saw his stubble and need for a scrub
Like he’d just been rolled out of the nearest pub
Even every time the tires made a mark on the curb
He was thankful to be out of the rainy drear
Until the bus driver told him you have to get out of here
What’s it like to live without an agenda
Nowhere to go no place to call his hacienda
It’s enough to make one feel a little unusual
You might feel that you’re wearing camouflage
Or when people look at you they’re just seeing a mirage
Sitting at the storefront with your feet propped
Patrol turns lights on so you’ll move with no place to adopt
The calls and complaints about you haven’t stopped
A dog follows behind you, gotta find a way to feed him too
Where to go next you haven’t got any kind of clue
The people around you with bags afraid to be copped
The seats around the tree all taken by old men smoking
Your best bet is to present your belongings to pawnbroking
What’s it like to live without an agenda
Nowhere to go no place to call his hacienda
It’s enough to make one feel a little unusual
You might feel that you’re wearing camouflage
Or when people look at you they’re just seeing a mirage
He was looking for a restaurant that’d give him free water
Or somewhere to just sit for an hour or two
But the prices on the menus were giving death stares
The waitress didn’t look like someone who cares
The cook owns the place and cares only for gross revenue
At night it must be a little embarrassing not to be drunk
The ladies giggling on the sidewalk one goes plunk
Another walks into traffic and stops as a joke
Who’s working all night it’s certainly not you
The metal shutters keep you from the inside world
It’s all for the best since you wouldn’t get a table
Probably they’d place you downstairs with the storage
What’s it like to live without an agenda
Nowhere to go no place to call his hacienda
It’s enough to make one feel a little unusual
You might feel that you’re wearing camouflage
Or when people look at you they’re just seeing a mirage