Soul Asylum

I said Hey brown girl I seen tears through the window of the junk shop downtown
Selling trinkets from your far off homeland, did the Promise land let you down?
I said hey young boy I notice that you ain't afraid to walk next to me
Old man, you look like you're dying, is that all you want is a quarter from me?
Sometimes I feel like a stranger, I feel like a stranger
I'm just another face in a faceless crowd, I'm just another king in a headless crown
I'm so alone. Y'know I live here in this city, but this place it just ain't nobody's home
Now how many times do I got to tell you?
There's no such thing as a man made world