Anthrax

Close your eyes to the horror
Close your eyes to the pain
When you live in a box
No one knows your name
Living in the street
Moms and kids with nothing to set
Welfare hotels
Who says there's no place called hell
I can't see you
I can't hear you
You don't see me
You couldn't be me
Who cares wins
There but for the grace of god
There but for the grace of god
Who cares, who cares, who cares, who cares
There but for the grace of god
There but for the grace of god...
Go you or !
Open your eyes
You don't see me
You couldn't be me
Invisible could be my name
Your excuses are so lame
Real plees fall on deaf ears
Look away when I'm near
Freezing cold in winters heat
Burning up can be a treat
Blisters breaking on my feet
At least I get a subway seat