Daniel Davies has been performing, writing and playing music for almost 15 years now. Traveling around the Pacific Northwest hitch-hiking, train hopping and sco
An old drunk crouched down on the street.
I tell him I've got no change he starts yellin' at me.
He stands to strike then falls down.
In his eyes I can see he wasn't that way as a child.
Just a young boy meek and mild.
Another victim of this world gone wrong.
It is what it is and life is life.
No one has any right,
to Judge.
Frat boy flunkie stockbroker junkie.
He made more money than third world countries.
He took his own life last night.
He had his way paved since he was a kid.
Nobody knows why he did what he did.
Another victim of this world gone wrong.
It is what it is and life is life.
No one has any right,
to Judge.
The best things in life they are not free.
You can't pay your way with money.
What it is to you it isn't to me.
Life ain't just all that it seems.
Yes, he got those tattoos in prison.
Please don't hold it against him.
He served his time paid his dues.
You'd have done the same walkin in his shoes.
He's a poor boy born on meth.
Tryin to survive the slum lord mess.
Another victim of this world gone wrong.
It is what it is and life is life.
No one has any right,
to Judge.
A devoted monk and a pious priest.
Tryin like hell just to stay on their feet.
Then they find the lies lyin' in their own church.
The priest he screams and he cries oh Lord.
Is there any hope for us in this
World gone wrong.
It is what it is and life is life.
No one has any right,
to Judge.
