A Street Man Named Desire Lyrics - Singles - Pirates Of The Mississippi

The assembly plant moved to Mexico 

The domestic sales started getting slow 

But the bills kept pouring in me 

And Beck took it on the chin 

And the day the landlord threw us out 

Becky she threw in the towel 

She had enough at last 

Of these modern grapes of wrath 

Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't 

Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't 

You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both 

With a sign that reads will work for food 

And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire 

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named desire 

It seems like a million years ago 

I faced each day full of hope 

Honest labor with my hands 

Making a livin', making plans 

Well, I never was much at drinking before 

But these days its all that 

Keeps me warm 

Its still hard to believe 

This could ever happen to me 

Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't 

Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't 

You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both 

With a sign that reads will work for food 

And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire 

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire 

Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't 

Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't 

You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both 

With a sign that reads will work for food 

And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire 

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire 

The President still has a job but I don't 

Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't 

You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both 

With a sign that reads will work for food 

And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire 

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire 

Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire