He lived and died at sewer-side
The hobo with intent
His suicide solutions 
Were oh-so evident
Inside his shell, a kiss-and-tell
A photo of the dream
The eyes that made his last goodbyes
The blood within the stream

A thousand years ago it seems
He stumbled on her face
An angry soul that was redeemed
Within her "lesser" race
She saw within the fired-ice
The outrage without cause
She was the last roll of the dice,
He lost her in the wars.

The wars within, the wars of sin
The conflict resolution
The gaseous releases of the Final Solution
The Reich, the spite of yesterday
The images of hate
The hobo knew they duelled the day,
Until it was too late.