Feeder

Waking each day, no money no pay
Living in a box alone with his pain, kissing the rain thats pouring again,
Blaming the system from where we came, trapped inside a fish eye lens,
Trying to get out cause it wont change, money doesnt mean that much to him.
But maybe another bottle of gin
Here comes that radio man,
He smiles but no one sees him yeah, yeah
Here comes that radioman
Tune in you might hear him,
Radioman
Living in the same old shoes, with every step the world comes through,
Like a river that flows on down, dragging him under to the sand
He rises up to another day, the people laugh, but they dont stay