Our Lady of San Francisco (Album «Not.com.mercial», 2000)
I met a woman in San Francisco Who was lyin' in the street I walked on past her in a hurry I didn't want her at my feet Am I just numb or over-loaded? Or have I lost all sense of worth This lady begin' for survival Doomed by a twist of fate from birth
I met this woman in San Francisco She only had one shoe Have we all gone cazy - how can this happen Is there nothin' we can do
I don't believe that for a f xxxxx' minute No system's comin' to her rescue While she lay crying I felt helpless Where are these cracks that she fell through
The times we live in have less value Then Bob Dole's useless arm There are no fires burning brightly What's even worse there's no alarm
I met this lady in San Francisco She was dyin' at my feet People passed her like she was nothin' Less than garbage in the street
The times we live in must have value We can't all turn away 'Cos that woman who had nothin' Might be me or you Some day Some day Some day Some day