How should the worst of us live, that is I question I want to understand.
The one who can’t speak the language, has strange skin and is from different lands.
The one with the weak back, slow mind and unskilled hands
The one who’s too young or old or has too many plans
I imagine the very worst one with nothing to do.
No food, no shelter or police protection too
The worst of us would take the worst day from you
We must hear the cry, shed a tear and care them soon
The worst of us imagine them and feel their pain
Take up the cause, feel their souls and speak their name
If we don’t then watch out because we play their game
And if we don’t quickly bitch to the rich, we’ll soon get the same.