From the recording Grand White Silk
Lyrics
You meet him in the morning on your way out
When you woke up, he finished his last drink
The smell of bar still lingers in the air when you walk by
But while hoping he finds home, your compassion is infiltrated by contempt
Cause you can’t help the feeling you despise him
Leaving all the honest work to you
And you become someone who chases moral everywhere you go
This one stands there watching while you push and shove
Who bears the greater shame
Who should be more sorry
Who needs whose helping hand
Who needs whose blessing, who is to blame
Who bears the greater shame
Who should be more sorry
Who needs whose helping hand
This one stands there watching while you push and shove
Legs crossed, she is sitting on the corner
Begging for coins in a cardboard cup
The badly written sign says she is a cripple, but you’ve seen her walk just fine in a glimpse when she stood up
And you can’t help the feeling you despise her
Leaving all the ethics up to you
And you become someone who won’t spare even the stuff you have too much of
All this begging while you push and shove
Who bears the greater shame
Who should be more sorry
Who needs whose helping hand
Who needs whose blessing, who’s to blame
Who bears the greater shame
Who should be more sorry
Who needs whose helping hand
Who needs whose blessing, who’s to blame
You can’t help the feeling you despise them
Projecting all this weakness onto you
And you’ve become someone who keeps on walking, eyes on the ground
Who bears the greater shame
Who should be more sorry
Who needs whose helping hand
Who needs whose blessing, who’s to blame
Who bears the greater shame
Who should be more sorry
Who needs whose helping hand
Who needs whose blessing, who’s to blame