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No panhandling, they say it isn’t a job
Oh but I disagree, ya ignorant slob.
But there may come a day, when you’re found down & out,
and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt.
Ya might be a skinhead, ya might be a punk,
Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk.
Thank you for shopping and please come again...
You suffer to know, try even harder to see
Making sense of your life in a fucked reality.
From decatur street up to avenue A,
From El Guadalupe, Texas to the San Francisco bay.
You turned a spangin' job into a life long career,
For a tin of tabacco and a fourty of beer.
Now you're drinkin & you're thinkin
"...is my bad luck runnin' out?"
You're stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish,
And you're askin' real nice for them to let you go...
So they ask if they were shot in the street,
Would you laugh in their face?
You can't say no...
After all of the times that you barely scraped by,
With the lice in your hair and the gleam in your eye.
Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin
"...is my bad luck runnin' out?"
With the Cobra we drank, and the shit we were talkin',
In the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'.
Yeah when we were alive, we were wicked and young,
With the good times we had and the songs that we sung.
Now it's sad that you died, and I wish you would stay,
But I sold all my stamps at the end of the day.
And now I'm drinkin' and I'm thinkin'
"...is my bad luck runnin' out?"
After all of the times that you barely scraped by,
With the lice in your hair and the gleam in your eye.
Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin'
"...is my bad luck runnin' out?"
I got assualted by Officer Friendly
On the 4th of July, stick a needle in my eye.
I said "I didn't do nothin'" and "whats this all about?"
He said "resisting arrest" as he pulled his baton out...
Spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead,
My thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head.
and the last one left was
"...is my bad luck running out?"
Oh but I disagree, ya ignorant slob.
But there may come a day, when you’re found down & out,
and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt.
Ya might be a skinhead, ya might be a punk,
Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk.
Thank you for shopping and please come again...
You suffer to know, try even harder to see
Making sense of your life in a fucked reality.
From decatur street up to avenue A,
From El Guadalupe, Texas to the San Francisco bay.
You turned a spangin' job into a life long career,
For a tin of tabacco and a fourty of beer.
Now you're drinkin & you're thinkin
"...is my bad luck runnin' out?"
You're stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish,
And you're askin' real nice for them to let you go...
So they ask if they were shot in the street,
Would you laugh in their face?
You can't say no...
After all of the times that you barely scraped by,
With the lice in your hair and the gleam in your eye.
Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin
"...is my bad luck runnin' out?"
With the Cobra we drank, and the shit we were talkin',
In the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'.
Yeah when we were alive, we were wicked and young,
With the good times we had and the songs that we sung.
Now it's sad that you died, and I wish you would stay,
But I sold all my stamps at the end of the day.
And now I'm drinkin' and I'm thinkin'
"...is my bad luck runnin' out?"
After all of the times that you barely scraped by,
With the lice in your hair and the gleam in your eye.
Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin'
"...is my bad luck runnin' out?"
I got assualted by Officer Friendly
On the 4th of July, stick a needle in my eye.
I said "I didn't do nothin'" and "whats this all about?"
He said "resisting arrest" as he pulled his baton out...
Spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead,
My thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head.
and the last one left was
"...is my bad luck running out?"