I wear this suit – this tie
to really mask the lie
that truly deep inside
I’m just a poor lowly simple man of rags!
Travelled up and down this land
this briefcase in my hand
full of sorrow, poverty and pain
seen soldiers asleep in doors
who once fought your foreign wars
Just a poor simple lowly man of rags…
Gazed upon children, used abused
to drown in drugs n’ alcohol confused
Just a poor lowly simple man of rags…
Heard the cries of a mother who’s lost her mind
her teenage son dead before his time
Just a poor lowly simple man of rags…
I walk these city streets
mankind sleeping at my feet
at night I see the dead
arising from their beds
then return back to their graves
like a vampire – to dawn, a slave…
Just a poor lowly simple man of rags…
Tomorrow I will die
hung from a tree so high
this poor lowly simple man of rags…
Yet these rags belong to you
that is very true
But with God I have arranged
your old clothing to be changed
into silk and linen garments fine
so for eternity we can dine
eat the bread – drink the wine
no longer poor lowly simple
men and women dressed in rags…
Urban Dandy London 