Ugly Kid Joe - Panhandlin' Princerate 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
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
And I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races
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!