|Lyrics:||Sittin' on a rusty park bench baby|
Not much else to do
Smoke cigarettes and rink my
Fine malt liquor brew
As I start drinkin' and I start thinkin'
That death is on
If my heart stopped beatin', the street kept reekin'
That's suicide.... that's
I grew up in the inner city
A dark part of this town
Just another innocent
Society like to put down
You can call me a boozer, or call me a
It really doesn't matter to me
I got a bench for snoozin', some sauce to keep
That's all I neeed
I keep it comin', sometimes I don't know
I'm gonna do it 'til the day i die
Consider me the duke as I dine in your
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
I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races
Trump, can 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
In the gutter with my paper bag in hand
Yeah the streets are cold but at
There's soul and that's all I need!
You'll take away my peace of mind
leave me there to rot and die
But look again, my careless friend
The world you live is just
It's a give and take, the more the fake
The more the pain, the more you lose
your life, don't take no sides
N'seize the day and drink your booze!