Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero
Living in the cracks of society
Where riot troops roam the streets
He turns his works of art from refuse
Which he hides from everyone he meets
Never rides in rush hour traffic
Absent from daily roll calls
He may or may not smoke a j
But he offers anyone that calls
Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero
Dirt water blonde knock upon the door
Fresh from a week on the streets
He lets the girl have the bedroom floor
She finishes off all of his eats
They walk the sidewalks just looking
He’s got his pack on his back
They gather up all they can find
Yes and that’s a natural fact
Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero
He pays tribute to Vincent Van Gogh
While living most like Rimbaud
Sometimes he smells a little ripe
Most times he hides from the mirror
He does a funny little dance
He does it only for her
He laughs when she gives him a smile
He wants to have her for a lover
Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero
Living in the cracks of society
Where riot troops roam the streets
He turns his works of art from refuse
Which he hides from everyone he meets
Never rides in rush hour traffic
Absent from daily roll calls
He may or may not smoke a j
But he offers anyone that calls
Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero
Dirt water blonde knock upon the door
Fresh from a week on the streets
He lets the girl have the bedroom floor
She finishes off all of his eats
They walk the sidewalks just looking
He’s got his pack on his back
They gather up all they can find
Yes and that’s a natural fact
Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero
He pays tribute to Vincent Van Gogh
While living most like Rimbaud
Sometimes he smells a little ripe
Most times he hides from the mirror
He does a funny little dance
He does it only for her
He laughs when she gives him a smile
He wants to have her for a lover
Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero
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