St. Paddy's (Too Much Talk)

Written by Bootsauce, from Bootsauce, 1995

(Ma'am...you got a dime? Excuse me, can you spare a dime? Twenty-five cents, ma'am? A cigarette? Can you help me out?)

Maybe I'm out of place,
I'm leaving home for life out on the street
Couldn't get any harder
Where money lurks,
There's evil there to meet
Maybe I'll find a place,
It's dark outside, my life outside is sweet

Too much talking, too familiar
Words dressed up, no one's listening
No one's left too familiar
All dressed up, no one's watching

Maybe I'll find a place,
I'm on my own, there's people that I meet
I don't have anybody
To call my own, no promises to break
Maybe there is a space
For me somewhere, it's lonely and it's bleak

Too much talking, too familiar
Words dressed up, no one's listening
No one's left too familiar
All dressed up, no one's watching

(Sample A: Get in our van, and look, where are we now? Where are we now? Where are we now?)

Can you look in my face
And tell me please, there's nothing on my plate
I don't have any future
It's dark outside,
It's lonely on these streets

(Sample A) x 4

Too much talking, too familiar
Words dressed up, no one's listening
No one's left too familiar
All dressed up, no one's watching (x 2)

Notes:

• This song is about the plight of young people living on the streets in Canada. There was especially an epidemic during the 1990s-2000s of street people forced to live outside with addictions and other health problems.
• This song ends with the same morose violins as "Daddy's Chubby Little Secret".
• Much of this song's backing track contains samples from real street scenes in Montreal and Toronto.