Ugly Kid Joe

Ugly Kid Joe - Panhandlin' Prince

rate me

Sittin' on a rusty park bench baby

Not much else to do

Smoke cigarettes and rink my mickey's

Fine malt liquor brew

As I start drinkin' and I start thinkin'

That death is on my side

If my heart stopped beatin'the street kept reekin'

That's suicide.... that's right!

I grew up in the inner city

A dark part of this town

Just another innocent backwoods victim

Society like to put down

You can call me a boozeror call me a loser

It really doesn't matter to me

I got a bench for snoozin'some sauce to keep boozin'

That's all I neeed


I keep it comin'sometimes I don't know why

I'm gonna do it 'til the day I die

Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpster

Unsanitary engineer

Baron of the bench the panhandlin' master

WellI'm pullin' twenty g's a year

I know it ain't much but at least I'm in touchyeah

With reality

And I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races

No siree!


Yomr. trumpcan I ask you a question

You got some spare change for me sucker?

'cause I'm down and out and there ain't no doubt

That I am here to stay

Yeah you see me lyin' with my brothers

In the gutter with my paper bag in hand

Yeah the streets are cold but at least

There's soul and that's all I need!

You'll take away my peace of mind

You'll leave me there to rot and die

But look againmy careless friend

The world you live is just a lie

It's a give and takethe more the fake

The more the painthe more you lose

Live your lifedon't take no sides

N'seize the day and drink your booze!

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