He lived and died at sewer-side The hobo with intent His suicide solutions Were oh-so evident Inside his shell, a kiss-and-tell A photo of the dream The eyes that made his last goodbyes The blood within the stream A thousand years ago it seems He stumbled on her face An angry soul that was redeemed Within her "lesser" race She saw within the fired-ice The outrage without cause She was the last roll of the dice, He lost her in the wars. The wars within, the wars of sin The conflict resolution The gaseous releases of the Final Solution The Reich, the spite of yesterday The images of hate The hobo knew they duelled the day, Until it was too late.