The radiator's hissing and it's ******* down outside, I'm watching two old beggars in the doorway where they hide and I'm sensing a temptation or some moral obligation to shout and ask them in and share a shepherd's pie with them and open up a tin or two,

You who have it comfy should realise it don't come free and I'm speaking of your life of which you'll have to pay a fee,

two old beggars with tales to straighten hair,
I'm glad I asked them inside and
never left them over there.