Coal Pots on the Stoops

A thousand indifferent faces walk past
And not so much as a glance
Alone in a crowded room stuffed with ennui
Being raped by lethargy
Shaking cold from the burning disease
Of hate that flows in the breeze
Crystal king, show me royal deserving
When my life is robbed of its earning

Coal pots on the stoops
Keep me warm when they are cold
Keep me young while they grow old
Coal pots on the stoops
Narrow-minded, worthless troops

Shackled to the outer reaches of society
Nothing inspiring
Keep on searching through piles of waste
Can’t keep up the pace
Showering in insults and rocks and spit
A mind-crime permit
Fortunes lost in inbred warfare
And I don’t care

Coal pots on the stoops
Keep me warm when they are cold
Keep me young while they grow old
Coal pots on the stoops
Narrow-minded worthless troops
Coal pots on the stoops
‘Cause I’m a narrow-minded, worthless troop
Worthless troop, worthless troop