Around town

Around town you can see ones

Who reflect the drugs and what they’ve done,

See the wasted people with their cans of booze

That’s all they do, they’ve nothing to lose,

A bit of shoplifting and an occasional fight

Can barely speak a sentence because they’re drunk or high,

There’s a real community within these groups

Within life they run fast and loose,

Their pockets are empty, they’re covered in tattoos

Ask them that state of things they haven’t a clue,

All they care is where their next can or fix is coming

Stealing from each other or strangers and keep running,

Away from the law, though everybody knows who they are

This is their life and it is scarred.