Laying in doorways down in the Strand,
Nothing aint fixed nothing aint planned,
Days getting colder winter is near,
We have no fire to give us some cheer,
We’re into the meths and drink beer if we can,                                                                                   The way of our living is right down the pan.

Cigarette butts picked up in the streets,
Kept in a box all sort of neat,
We go to the back of a hotel,
To pick up the scraps to help see us through,
Christmas is coming warehouses are open,
To give us some shelter so we don’t get a soaking.

For a while it will be very nice,
But what about when we go back in the snow and ice,
Why can’t we have cover all the year round,
A place for our heads instead of the ground,
Jesus had somewhere to lay his head down,
He did alright they gave him a crown.
But should we die Lord with the sky for our roof,
Show us some sign give us some proof,
Of your wonderful love,
From the stars up above,
And when in your heaven we’ve answered the call,
We’ll shout alleluyah God reigns over all.