True Gospel Bookstore - Skinny Kid Lyrics

The skinny kid with the ratty backpack followed me in
Eyes blazing hot, sour smelling, and sickly thin
He asked for a cup of water at the In 'n' Out
By the bus stop, mumbling low - nobody looked or cared
His face the color of muddy rivers, hungry too I guess
He turned away and lost himself in the street

This is the city of angels where sirens constantly cry
This is the city of hunger where children wander alone
This is the city of limos for beautiful people to ride
We're all a bunch of dreamers swimming against the tide

Sidewalks lined with blue tarps, rusted bikes, and shopping carts
Where hunger slouches silent, hidden by the drug
Anguish like a tattered blanket covers all
He is outcast, lost, forgotten - hopes have been swept away
Without roof and walls, he's dirty and must be bad
Caught in the current - he's cold and bruised and sad

This is the city of angels where sirens constantly cry
This is the city of hunger where children wander alone
This is the city of limos for beautiful people to ride
We're all a bunch of dreamers swimming against the tide

Many now are struggling with just their nose above the line
The flood is rushing to push them quiet beneath the brine
Rescue comes from those who have to those who don't
Now gather those who will and shame on those who won't

Oh, this is the city of angels where sirens constantly cry
This is the city of hunger where children wander alone
This is the city of limos for beautiful people to ride
We're all a bunch of dreamers swimming against the tide

Swimming against the tide...