Homeless – Las Vegas Nevada (Underground)

Under a bright desert green way
Hot wind in my hair
Dank smell of brokenness
Rising down through despair
Up above in the distance
They saw a dimming plight
Their head grew heavy sickness begin
They had to sleep for the night

They keeled in the thru way
Took in the stinking smell
Wish they could be thinkin’ for themselves
‘This could be seven eleven probably hell
Somewhat lit up a candle
Didn’t show her the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel Desperado
Not a lovely place (such a lonely place)
Disease and not much space
Plenty of room at the Motel Mole People
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find it here