I lie with holes in my roof over my head
Here I lay on this broken bed
Grass growing in my yard reaching my knees
A blanket of dust covers my floor; I can't walk without a sneeze
No food for my children to eat
All three can be seen walking the streets
Hands outstretched reaching into strangers' pockets
Taking anything they can get
Here I lie with holes in my roof over my head
I can't sleep because water keeps wetting my bed
Water dripping; water rising
Children screaming; children crying
Empty stomachs and full heads
Food for brain but no food before they go to bed
Schools and churches praying for my soul
I'm the one digging my own hole
Roof with holes
House sitting on poles
Children in the swamps
Blinking street lamps
Tiny skirts and high heel shoes
Dancing on poles and singing the blues
Money in my pocket
Blurry eyes in my socket
I have holes in my roof and water's wetting my head
My babies are crying and I can't even buy bread
It's more than I can do to send them to school well fed
My needs are more than theirs
I need to survive and not give in to my fears
My eyes are blood shot as I cry blood for tears
Give me a chance to cover these holes in my roof
I want to move on to a place that's waterproof