Текст песни Ugly Kid Joe - Panhandlin` Prince
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Sittin` on a rusty park bench babyNot much else to doSmoke cigarettes and drink my Mickey`sFine malt liquor brewAs I start drinkin` and I start thinkin`That death is on my sideIf my heart stopped beatin`, the street kept reekin`That`s suicide... that`s right !I grew up in the inner ictyA dark part of this townjust another innoncent backwoods victimSociety like to put downYou can call me a boozer, or call me a loserIt really doesn`t matter to meI got a bench for snoozin`, some sauce to keep boozin`That`s all I needI keep it comin`, sometimes don`t know whyI`m gonna do it `til the day I die !Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpsterUnsanitary engineerBaron of the bench the panhandlin` masterWell, I`m pullin` twenty G`s a yearI know it ain`t much but at least I`m in touch, yeahWith realityI wouldn`t trade no places to be in rat racesNo siree !I keep it comin`, sometimes don`t know whyI`m gonna do it `til the day I die !Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a questionYou got some spare change for me sucker ?`Cause I`m down and out and there ain`t no doubtThat I am her to stayYeah you see me lyin` with my brothersIn the gutter with my paper bag in handYeah the streets are cold but at leastThere`s soul and that`s all I needYou`ll take away my peace of mindYou`ll leave me there to rot and dieBut look again, my careless frindThe world you live is just a lieIt`s a give and take, the more the fakeThe more the apin, the more you loseSo live your life, don`t take no sidesN` seize the day and rink your booze !