You sit there on the sidewalk, holding a plastic cup in your hand
People who walk by talk, turn away their face
from your begging hand
But you don’t mind, you’ve been getting used to that

You try to find yourself a job, but everywhere you go
they need a resumée
You say you can deliver hard work but everywhere the door is slammed in your face
But you don’t mind you’ve been getting used to that

But sometimes it’s hard, sometimes it’s hard,
you just want to give up, You’ve got nothing left but your pride

It’s winter in the city and you need new shoes
to keep your feet from freezing
Surrounded by pity, but noone reaches out a helping hand to you
But you don’t mind you’ve been getting used to that

And you promised yourself you were gonna make it
You won’t let them get the upperhand
And you’re struggling against giants
But you won’t let them take you down,
Y ou won’t let them make you fall,
You won’t let them break your pride…
Pride…hey…

You’re sitting on the sidewalk, holding a plastic cup in your hand,
Somebody throws in a silver coin and you wonder how to get it out
Without getting your hands wet…
But you don’t mind, you’ve been getting used to more than that