The busker haunts me with the eyes of evilnHe plays a song that even the rich can relate tonNot that he's desperate or Evil KanevilnBut stare in his eyes, then he'll read you your fortunenThe dignity of all English lies in the hands of the fansnIn fact I think I might have a few more cans nI haven't eaten for a few days being on this road paysnBut what more can I say? If i could i would staynnWe tread lightly on those of smaller reputationsnWe look up to who we look up to find graciousn