This song is a bit of a mixture. It's it's partially a salute to the dedication and tenacity of the Layabouts, a band that blithely ignores the social mores and cultural fads that come and go, steadfastly pursuing lyrics of love and truth, decrying the state of the World and generally staying their own course despite a culture that is increasingly deadened to compassion, bent on drowning itself in a sea of self-indulgent consumerism. 
This kind of dedication creates a lot of pressure, and I'm always worried that the band will break up in sheer frustration.
The song is also the result of the realization that the global society is showing symptoms of breaking down. The World is increasingly a place of those who have and those who have-not. 
The song speaks to the swelling ranks of desperate people who feel they have no other choice but to express their frustration in evermore extreme manifestations.
And finally, it is a song that expresses my own personal frustration at my helplessness to aid my fellow man, those throngs of homeless people that haunt the streets of downtown Detroit. In short, a cheery little ditty.

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