By the side of the road
In a small crowded house
there's a young lady
owner of an old soul
She is serving with a fake smile
Her tasteless life;
Sour milk with Bitter Cookies
or just a Cup of tears
People like this phony show
The way it appears
It goes on and on for years
They don't even have to pay
It's free
Would they say a little pray
for me?