Small child messing down, messing down
In the streets of Bombay.
Cities like this have no shame, no shame:
Indeed, why should they ?
Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing.
I'm beside myself.
Big sister, can you heat him, can you hear him ?
I'm beside myself.
Big sister, can you see him cry, see him cry ?
I'm beside myself.
I saw you taking money on the shadows -
In the shadows by the station there.
I'll wish you up a silver train
To carry you to school. Bring you home again.
Strip off that work paint and put a cleaner face on.
I'm beside myself.
Hollow-faced mother with her babe in arms,
Babe in arms - looks through me.
Behind forgotten charms,
Forgotten charms to soothe me.
Between the guilt and charity -
I feel the wimp inside of me.
I'm beside myself.
Out in the middle distance, still more tragedies are playing.
I'm beside myself.