it's not ok

a man was bothering me today, and i wanted to tell him to go away, but i stood and listened to him anyway, ok. he said he didn't wanna shoot that man, and it was his thing and i wouldn't understand, and he had done all that he can, ok. ok, i guess his body was as good as mine, and just like me he was wasting time, turning every stone to see what he could find, ok. he was filling tank and he asked for money, i lied and said i didn't have any, my conscience took over and i gave him a hand full of change. don't do a thing. don't do a thing. stay right there. you'll lie there. you'll lie there. you don't seem to care, i know it's hard to survive in the city, when beautiful days don't look so pretty, and you don't have windows to keep the night away, ok. he was dirty and stinky, just a bit crude, but i didn't say that 'cause that's kinda rude, and he didn't care what i had to say in the first place, ok. i wanted to say, "you're a big disgrace, to the world, yourself, and the human race!", and reach back and pop him one good time in the face, ok. no, it's not ok, and i didn't do that, but i gave him a smile and tipped my hat, and told him to have a very nice rest of the day, don't do a thing. don't do a thing. stay right there. you'll lie there. you'll lie there. you don't seem to care. you don't, well, i guess he bought some booze with it, and sure that bothers me a little bit, but it's his life and i can't tell him how to live it, that's right, as he turned and started to go his way, i tried to think of something wise to say, like. don't do a thing. don't do a thing. stay right there. you'll die there. you'll die there. 'cause you don't seem to care. you'll die there. you'll die there. you don't seem to care