People don’t laugh
when you see them on the street
Because remember they
ain’t got enough to eat
Their lives are just
plain hurt, misery and sorrow
They don’t know if
they could make it until tomorrow
They have no homes so
they gather around
At some place on the
ground
The Bum Shack
That’s where they stay
The Bum Shack
They meet everyday
They look on the
ground, they look in the bin for food
They don’t care what
is bad or what is good
It’s so sad to see
them looking on the street
It’s so lonely there’s
hardly anyone to meet
So they go to the
place where we call
The Bum Shack
That’s where they stay
The Bum Shack
They meet everyday
Ohooooo
The Bum Shack
That’s where they stay
The Bum Shack
They meet everyday
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