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!
A dark part of this town
Just another innocent backwoods victim
Society like to put down
You can call me a boozer, or 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
Baron of the bench the panhandlin' master
Well, I'm pullin' twenty G's a year
I know it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
And I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races
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
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 leave me there to rot and die
But look again, my careless friend
The world you live is just a lie
It's a give and take, the more the fake
The more the pain, the more you lose
Live your life, don't take no sides
N'seize the day and drink your booze!
- Goddamn Devil
- Come Tomorrow
- Panhandlin Prince
- Busy Bee
- Dont Go
- So Damn Cool
- Same Side
- Cats in the Cradle
- Ill Keep Tryin
- Everything About You
- Madman 92 Re
- Mr Recordman