When things go wrong, who’s to blame?
It’s always the homeless, isn’t that a shame.
What about the performance of the staff?
But still it’s the homeless who get the shaft.
So many problems, what do we do.
Let’s blame the homeless, wouldn’t you?
The deterioration of the building, can’t you see
It must be the homeless, it can’t be me.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to turn
It’s always the homeless who will be burned.
Yet it’s the homeless who get the raw deal
If the tables were turned, how would you feel?