Moped man
how far have you roamed?
Moped man,
do you have a home?
I see you digging in the past
and used waste.
Don't do that, it'll only
bring you self-hate.
Moped man
have you too heard?
About that ugly deceit and
all the things that were for me to keep?
Moped man,
don't listen to those words.
If I had my own I'd gladly
let you rest your weary head,
your very own bed.
Moped man
can't you see?
I'm only human,
you are too in your very own makin'.
Moped man,
I'd give you a hand,
but you're elbow deep in
the things that help me from being
haunted in my sleep.