Lyrics
I'm trying to sleep with spikes in my back
Came here after cops kicked my ass
Trying to sleep in the park
Where I go when the shelters are full
My heads screwed on wrong
Said "fix it or you got no home"
Went to the doc to get it straight
Said "come back with insurance"
The politicians act like I'm the problem
The cops beat me without a problem
Sleeping on spikes and a bench made to hurt my back
Hostile architecture is evidence that my life's a crime
Loitering's illegal but I've got nowhere to go
Was told to get a job, couldn't get one without a home
Back to the bench after getting pulled from my tent
Relegated to the bend breaking my back
In a scene derived to divert attention
Its failure met with contemptment and disdain
The city just pulled all
Of the porta-potties from this block
All the signs say
No public restrooms
Fucking liberals yelling "something needs to change"
"But not my backyard, not my backyard"
Sleeping on spikes and a bench made to hurt my back
Hostile architecture is evidence that my life's a crime
Loitering's illegal but I've got nowhere to go
Was told to get a job, couldn't get one without a home
Rain breaks my respite at
The enclosed bus stop
Panels stop before the ceiling
And now I'm soaked on this cold night
People like talking
Talking a big game
People like inaction
People like to avert their sight
Fucking Hostile
Fucking Hostile
Architecture
Sleeping on spikes and a bench made to hurt my back
Hostile architecture is evidence that my life's a crime
Loitering's illegal but I've got nowhere to go
Was told to get a job, couldn't get one without a home
Fucking Hostile
Fucking Hostile
Architecture