Ugly Kid Joe - Panhandlin Prince lyrics

Album: America´s Least Wanted (1992)

Sittin´ on a rusty park bench baby
Not much else to do
Smoke cigarettes & rink my mickey´s
Fine malt liquor brew
As I start drinkin´ & I start thinkin´
That death is on my side
If my heart stopped beatin´, the street kept reekin´
That is suicide.... that is right!

I grew up in the inner city
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 is all I neeed

Chorus
I keep it comin´, sometimes I do not know why
I am going to 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 am pullin´ twenty g´s a yeahr
I know it aint much but at least I am in touch, yea
With reality
And I´dn´t trade no places to be in rat races
No siree!

Chorus

Yo, mr. trump, can I ask you a question
You got some spare change for me sucker?
´cause I am down & out & there aint no doubt
That I´m here to stay

Yea you see me lyin´ with my brothers
In the gutter with my paper bag in hand
Yea the streets are cold but at least
Theres soul & that is all I need!

You will take away my peace of mind
You will leave me there to rot & die
But look again, my careless friend
The world you live is just a lie
It is a give & 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 & drink your booze!

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