Answer:
Often wandering the streets, this group of people cannot afford to be choosers.
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
You have it even if there is none.
Power enough to smash ships and crush roofs. Yet it still must fear the sun.
Ancient and majestic, great big piles of stones, Used to encase both riches and bones. Seen from certain angles, They look like big triangles.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?