| Stark, spare, and barely there |
| The ghetto moves beyond the knowledge or even consideration of the upper-middle |
| riddles that just don’t care |
| Stark, spare |
| And tell me, who cares? |
| They’re stark, spare |
| And tell me, who cares? |
| Slumming ain’t the answer to the cancer, poverty, that so many of the poor |
| slipped into degree |
| Jesus walked among them, pausing to refresh, finally giving to the point of |
| blood to share their emptiness |
| Mark and Teresa, Godspeed to you |
| Suffering in love when you don’t have too |
| And, God, have mercy on the rest of us too, 'cause when we shut out the poor, |
| Lord, we’re shutting out you |
| Stark, spare |
| And tell me, who cares? |
| They’re stark, spare |
| And tell me, who cares? |
| And Jesus walked among them, pausing to refresh, finally giving to the point of |
| blood to share their emptiness |
| And we must walk among them, for we can do no less than what the saviour taught |
| us by his life and by his death |
| For the truth is on our tables, the crumbs on our floors |
| We must give while we are able |
| Both Lazarus and our judge are at the door |
| Stark, spare |
| And tell me, who cares? |
| I’m talking 'bout stark, spare |
| And tell me, who cares? |
| They’re stark, spare |
| Who cares? |
| Stark, spare |
| And tell me, who cares? |