Letra de Dc Will Do That to You

He approaches, a human pop quiz
He's flayed open, he's just ashes and crumbs
D.C. will do that to you, D.C. will do that to you
Empties his life into your hands with one question
"Can you help me out?"
"Can you help me out?"
"Can you help me out?"
"Can you help me out?"
Do you own his hunger?
Is spare change the right thing?
Half-hearted, nervous scour the pocket for dimes
He cups his hands in to form a pouch of sour skin
Direct deposit, scene extinguished
Still you never know if you answered the question
Did you help him out?
Did you help him out?
Did you help him out?
Did you help him out?
Do you feel uncomfortable?
Maybe you should be...