Текст песни Ugly Kid Joe - Panhandlin Prince
Ugly Kid Joe - Panhandlin Prince слова песни
Sittin on a rusty park bench babyNot much else to doSmoke cigarettes and rink my mickeysFine malt liquor brewAs I start drinkin and I start thinkinThat death is on my sideIf my heart stopped beatin, the street kept reekinThats suicide.... thats right!I grew up in the inner cityA dark part of this townJust another innocent backwoods victimSociety like to put downYou can call me a boozer, or call me a loserIt really doesnt matter to meI got a bench for snoozin, some sauce to keep boozinThats all I neeedChorusI keep it comin, sometimes I dont know whyIm gonna do it til the day I dieConsider me the duke as I dine in your dumpsterUnsanitary engineerBaron of the bench the panhandlin masterWell, Im pullin twenty gs a yearI know it aint much but at least Im in touch, yeahWith realityAnd I wouldnt trade no places to be in rat racesNo siree!ChorusYo, mr. trump, can I ask you a questionYou got some spare change for me sucker? cause Im down and out and there aint no doubtThat I am here to stayYeah you see me lyin with my brothersIn the gutter with my paper bag in handYeah the streets are cold but at leastTheres soul and thats all I need!Youll take away my peace of mindYoull leave me there to rot and dieBut look again, my careless friendThe world you live is just a lieIts a give and take, the more the fakeThe more the pain, the more you loseLive your life, dont take no sidesNseize the day and drink your booze!