The venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me
And all us poor cripples whove been in the wars
And up sleeping on her floor...

Woah !

When youre scared of down and out
You keep it to yourself and if anyone suspects
You say : who me ? hardly !
You tell him thank your stars, this isnt derby day
cos its clear youve got the gift for backing the wrong horse, charlie.

Woah !

When youre scared of down and out
You camouflage your fear with a fakin d.j. smile
And maybe some boogie dancin
But theres no need to be proud
Hey if somethings hurtin you
Could be it hurts your brothers too
From langley park to memphis

Last night, last night I dreamed I dared to raise my head
The venus of the soup kitchen stood over me
Singin : sometimes the job gets you down
Youre ashamed that the word will get round
Well all you poor cripples whove been in the wars
End up sleeping on my floor.

Woah !

Now some will spin you yarns to keep you quiet for a while
But you know thats not my style, who needs fancy footwork ?
cos none of it adds up, no it doesnt weigh a thing
And it doesnt buy you beer, from langley park to memphis

Last ight, last night I dreamed I dared to raise my head
The venus of the soup kitchen stood over me
Singin : here you are, and I wont tell youve no one else but me
Every night I know youll be here staring hungrily
Well here you are, no I wont tell cos everyone I know
Wanders down here every night theyve nowhere else to go.
The venus of the soup kitchen is standing there over me
Every night Im gonna be here staring hungrily

The venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me
And all us poor cripples whove been in the wars
End up sleeping on her floor