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Interpret:
Ugly Kid Joe
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| Panhandlin' Prince
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Sittin on a rusty park bench baby
Not much else to do
Smoke cigarettes and drink my Mickeys
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
Thats suicide... thats right !
I grew up in the inner icty
A dark part of this town
just another innoncent backwoods victim
Society like to put down
You can call me a boozer, or call me a loser
It really doesnt matter to me
I got a bench for snoozin, some sauce to keep boozin
Thats all I need
I keep it comin, sometimes dont know why
Im 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
Well, Im pullin twenty Gs a year
I know it aint much but at least Im in touch, yeah
With reality
I wouldnt trade no places to be in rat races
No siree !
I keep it comin, sometimes dont know why
Im gonna do it til the day I die !
Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a question
You got some spare change for me sucker ?
Cause Im down and out and there aint 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
Theres soul and thats all I need
Youll take away my peace of mind
Youll leave me there to rot and die
But look again, my careless frind
The world you live is just a lie
Its a give and take, the more the fake
The more the apin, the more you lose
So live your life, dont take no sides
N seize the day and rink your booze ! |
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23.Apr.2001 23:04:31 |
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03.Jan.2005 14:01:25 |
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