Simon Armitage - Give lyrics

Of all the public places, dear to make a scene, I've chosen here. Of all the doorways in the world to choose to sleep, I've chosen yours. I'm on the street, under the stars. For coppers I can dance or sing. For silver-swallow swords, eat fire. For gold-escape from locks and chains. It's not as if I'm holding out for frankincense or myrrh, just change. You give me tea. That's big of you. I'm on my knees. I beg of you.