Sittin' on a rusty park bench baby Not much else to do Smoke cigarettes and drink 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 I grew up in the inner city A dark part of this town just another innoncent 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 need I keep it comin', sometimes don't know why I'm gonna do it 'til the day I die Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpster Unsanitary engineer 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 With reality I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races No siree I keep it comin', sometimes don't know why I'm gonna do it 'til the day I die Yo, Mr. 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 with my brothers Lyin' in the gutter with my paper bag in hand Yeah the streets are cold but at least There's soul all I need You'll take away my peace of mind You'll leave me there to rot and die But look again, my careless frind 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 So live your life, don't take no sides N' seize the day and drink your booze
Версия для печати