Show me something worse
Than a child outside a church
Begging with a cardboard box
In a heartless town that hurts and mocks
And on a chair anywhere
I will sit down and cry
And close my eyes
Against the Christmas windows
Here in Christmas town
A young girl rests her tattered head
And the festive lights shine down
And if she were a kitten
Someone would take her home
But we've no pity for our own kind
Our hearts are stone
Our eyes are blind and
Show me something more
Than the wolf at the door
All the begging in the cold
To keep the wolf from the fold
Show me something more
Than an honest girl turned thief or whore
Under African sun or Dublin rain
Necessities remain the same
On the roof of the old wood shed
The moon rested its pale head
Cast a woman on a screen
Who saw something she'd never seen
On a chair in hospital
She sat down and cried
And closed her eyes
Show me something more
Than the wolf at the door
All the begging in the cold
To keep the wolf from the fold
Show me something more
Than an honest girl turned thief or whore
Under African sun or Dublin rain
Necessities remain the same
Show me something more
Than the wolf at the door
All the begging in the cold
To keep the wolf from the fold
Show me something more
Than an honest girl turned thief or whore
Under African sun or Dublin rain
Necessities remain the same
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