THEY'RE EVERYWHERE YOU GO 

 hard times for the poets my friend
 our traces on the walls
 we circle around like dogs
 girls don't notice us at all
 their hair excites sorrow
 the road to eternity is long
 we cross it without a word and in silence
 hard times for the poets my friend
 the parts were handed out long ago
 and everyone goes his own way
 daddies drink and trip as they sing
 women avoid them crossing to the other side
 kids crowded together push them around
 they spit loudly and howl like beasts
 hard times for the poets my friend
 people are beginning to look like chickens
 their eyesight's bad and they go to sleep early
 and in the morning they scratch up dirt
 packed into a pile of tobacco
 their pockets soaked in the sweat of their palms
 they're everywhere you go boy
 they're everywhere you go