spontán agymenés

Filthy, wet subway, stinks from rotting flesh,
that's what you'll get, when you run out of cash.
Being a homeless is not a lot of fun,
it's a death sentence, and there's nowhere to run.

First you'll think you'll manage, but then you'll realize,
that from this eternal darkness you'll never rise.
Then you'll break deeply and accept your fate,
for divine interventions you'll no longer wait.

You'll learn to beg, like a child learns to walk,
you'll be surprised how good is fast talk.
You'll ask for their money, so you can buy some food,
but you know just too well, that won't do any good.

You'll start to drink, and that will be your end,
that shit you'll buy, will kill you very soon my friend.
You'll die from liver problems, disease or TBC,
but they won't see your death in the channel BBC.

That's all my friend, you are now aware,
that life in the subway isn't really fair.
But I still have a question, a one that's really rude:
I could use some money, so I can buy some food...