Busking

I went for a walk to the IGA (supermarket) yesterday to get a few things to eat. Sitting outside was a busker playing on his accoustic guitar and singing. Now im never happy giving money out to people, especially bums because their so demanding and aggressive, either getting right in you face whilst your having lunch or asking for ridiculous amounts of money. Its probably the shit i have to deal with regarding bums that effects me in hardly ever giving money to buskers. However yesterday was different once i heard what he was playing. To my surprise it was Skid Rows '18 and Life'. I immediatly pulled coins out of my pocket, threw them into the guitar bag at his feet and made my way through the supermarket doors. As i left he was playing some other shit i wasnt familiar with and lost all respect for him. It was probably U2 or something.

Patty was a young boy, He had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone.
Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town.
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down.
He had no money, oooh no good at home.
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone