I'm drowning in a sea of plastic people The cell phones, credit cards, fancy cars, nice houses, the gormet at their whim They walk by with noses raised high as I sit on this fuckin street Stroll away scoffing at me and my scene Get outta my way, get a fuckin job That shit's all I hear as I try and maintain They never think for a second how it is to be me My pack, my pad, my thumb, fuckin travelin But everywhere I go it's always the same The synthetic infection rotting this land I'm in God gimmie the day when the plastic world goes away Mr. Get A Job, with no house, or car, or credit card, or gormet, or that pretty little whore he bought to fuck as he puffs his 500 dollar cigar Step into my world for a day mother fucker Just one day The dirty sidewalks, dingy squats, dining from these dumpsters Look to these streets and see out here if you got it, you earned it, All Of It From the Travels, the bullshit, the hell that's dished out every fuckin day Gettin fucked with, fucked over, seen as a waste And you walk by, chuckle, throw a penny Fuck You, Fuck Your Penny, Fuck That Holier Than Though Demeaner I don't want it, I sure as hell don't need that shit All I ask is that you give a fuck Look under these dirty rags and see me A GOD DAMN HUMAN BEING With a heart, and a soul A soul you can't crush, you can't kill, you can't deny me mother fucker But God knows I'd love to escape this shit Escape the shit hole reality that's become me Run throught the sky above all of this shit The couch surfing, the begging, the getting fucked up passing out on a fucking bench And I'll admit this is no way to be All I ask is that you look Beneath the surface of what you see when you see me on the streets Look and see that the gutters, the dumpsters, the hitch-hiking, the getting jumped by drunk frat boys, the camping in Wisconsin in February All that shit makes me what I am Something you can and will never be A REAL HUMAN