i'm not angry i'm a no good piece of shit
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i hear that eeryday, it just rolls off my back
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left out frustrated no one to talk to
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alone with the thoughts in my head
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the people i respect knock me down,
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so i sit like a piece of garbage washed up on the curb
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and it's funny in a place where one in ten have no money
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i hear only one in ten encouraging words
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"yeah the wisemen don't know shit,
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it's a poor fuck like me on the streets i got it all figured out"
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said an old man piss drunk on a wednesday
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a smile from his dirty toothless mouth made me smile
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and he asked me for a smoke and some change
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a cigarette was all i had to give
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i sat around watching cars thinking stupid fucking thoughts about
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my friends and my girl and my school and myself
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and i wished i could go drinking
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where noone knew my name and i didn't know anyone else
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i sat alone bored accomplishing nothing
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another summer day, more thrown away sunshine
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"now don't be offended and don't curse me out,
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but i'm starving and i sure could use your dimes"
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i looked up at a young man not much older than me
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gave him a dollar and a smoke and some time
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he said "i fought for uncle sam and now he won't fight for me
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he threw me out when i was done serving time
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i said i wouldn't go into special forces and kill
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he said 'then stay out on the streets and fucking die'"
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yeah there's two kinds of prisons
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some say one where you're locked up and everythings outside
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and another where you're outside and everything is locked away.
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Upton
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| The Broadways |
