Story Behind The Song

the title i saw under a newspaper photo at the recording studio. i wanted to write a song from a homeless man's perspective, there were a lot of street people when i went to college

Song Description

A homeless man rants about the extensive materialism he has escaped and still can appreciate life

Lyrics

I choose to walk the streets
so i can meet you all around
my ear is to the ground
the sound of one hand clapping
i am invisible
don't want to get rich quick
don't want no limp bizkit
don't want to desire or yearn
funk man a punk man
yes i am the junk man

me no one knows where i live
i don't give a hoot
that you toot your horn
why do you scorn
we all come from the sam place
the face too terrifying to name
don't want no white knights
don't need no big bright lights
don't need a dead end road to turn
funk man a punk man
yes i am the junk man
you don't realize you will burn

i am born every minute every hour
in the flower of the morn
the sun brings me to life
and i don't have a wife
but it keeps down the expenses
i still have all my senses
my mind's clear as a bell
well i can tell no one will take care of me
cause nothing in this life is here for free
and money is one drug i don't want to get hooked on
won't bite the dust
for another blockbuster
won't be your sad lesson to learn
funk man a punk man
yes i am the junk man
you don't realize you will burn