drunks & dreamers
moon-beamers
crazies & lazies
don't come to my stores
you're all such bores
there's the doors

i ain't your friend
i do not lend
nor do i bend
nor let you borrow
for for you there is always tomorrow
don't care at all about your sorrow
nor your horror

don't care it's cold
or hot
your story's told
i care not
i care what you've bought
not what you've sought
nor wrought
or haven't got

don't care if ya' ain't got a home
don't care if you're home alone
this ain't a place you can roam
all of that to me is unknown
your problems are clearly shown
too much home grown
don't care to hear you moan
i got a heart of stone

so sir, or mam'
i don't give a damn
business is business
and i mean business

a clean place
where my cutomers replace
their needs
not help help you feeds
your desire
to get a wire
hit the road
carry your load
take a hop
or i'll call a cop

drunks & dreamers
moon-beamers
bums & whores
crazies & lazies
don't come to my stores
you're such bores
there's the doors