You The Judge
Don’t judge me when you see me living on the streets, scavenging about for something to eat,
Don’t judge me cause i slept in a doorway, all walking past, you had something to say.
Don’t judge me you don’t know what I’ve done, I was a professional, I use to carry a gun.
Friday night throwing things at me when you were merry, you didn’t know once I patrolled the streets of Londonderry.
Yes thats right, this tramp had medals on his chest, four in fact as I tried my best.
So I hope you feel guilty, now that I’ve told yer, that tramp on the street was once a soldier.