Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your
next meal.

How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right,
Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get
juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live
on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have
to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise