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No panhandling, they say it isn't a job |
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Oh but I disagree, ya' ignorant slob |
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But there may come a day when yer found down & out |
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And the hateful replies will fill you with doubt |
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Ya' might be a squatter, ya' might be a punk |
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Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk |
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And thank you for shopping & please come again |
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*You suffer to know, try even harder to see |
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Making sense of your life in a fucked reality |
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From Decatur Street up to Avenue A |
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From El Guadalupe, Texas to the San Francisco Bay |
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You turned a spanging' job into a lifelong career |
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For a tin of tobacco and a 40 of beer |
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Now yer drinkin' & yer thinkin': |
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"Is my bad luck running out?" |
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You're stopped by the cops and ya' hope & ya' wish |
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And yer askin' real nice for them to let ya' go |
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They ask if they were shot in the street |
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Would you laugh in their face? And ya' can't say no |
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After all of the times that you barely scraped by |
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With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye |
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Now yer drinking & you're thinking': |
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"Is my bad luck running out?" |
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*With the cobra we drank & the shit we were talkin' |
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In the Tenderloin gutter, we were Crack City rockin' |
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Yeah, when we were alive, we were wicked & young |
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With the good times we had & the songs that we sung |
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Now it's sad that you died & I wish you would stay |
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But I sold all my stamps at the end of the day |
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And now I'm drinkin' & I'm thinkin': |
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"Is my bad luck running out?" |
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Popeye: Bad luck, man. Plenty of that to go around. |
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My good friend gone |
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who was always there to share it with me |
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After all of the times that ya' barely scraped by |
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With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye |
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Now yer drinkin' & yer thinkin': |
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"Is my bad luck running out?" |
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*I got assaulted by Officer Friendly |
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On the 4th of July, stick a needle in my eye |
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I said, "I didn't do nothin'"&"What's this allabout?" |
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He said, "Resisting arrest!" |
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As he pulled his baton out |
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Spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead |
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My thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head |
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And the last one left was, |
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"Is my bad luck runnin' out?" |