Leftover Crack - Crack City Rockers lyrics

rate me

no panhandling they say it isnt a job

oh but i disagree ya ignorant slob

but there may come a day, when yer found down & out

and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt

ya might be a skater ya might be a punk

just give us a quarter so we can get drunk

thank you for shopping and please come again

you suffer to know, try even harder to see

making sense of yer life in a fucked reality

from decatur st. up to avenue A

from El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay

ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career

for a tin A' tabacco and a fourty of beer

now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?

yer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish

& yer askin real nice for them to letcha go

so they ask if they were shot in the street

would ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no

after all of the times that ya barely scraped by

with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye

now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?

with the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'

in the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'

yeah when we were alive we were wicked and young

with the good times we had and the songs we sung

now it's sad that you died and i wish you would stay

but i sold all my stamps at the end of the day

and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out?

Popeye:

(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go around

my good friend gone was always there to share it with me)

after all of the times that ya barely scraped by

with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye

now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?

i got assualted by officer friendly

on the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye

i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"

he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his baton out

spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead

my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head

and the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?