Sittin' on a rusty park bench baby
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Not much else to do
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Smoke cigarettes and drink my Mickey's
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Fine malt liquor brew
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As I start drinkin' and I start thinkin'
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That death is on my side
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If my heart stopped beatin', the street kept reekin'
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That's suicide... that's right
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I grew up in the inner city
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A dark part of this town
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just another innoncent backwoods victim
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Society like to put down
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You can call me a boozer, or call me a loser
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It really doesn't matter to me
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I got a bench for snoozin', some sauce to keep boozin'
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That's all I need
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I keep it comin', sometimes don't know why
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I'm gonna do it 'til the day I die
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Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpster
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Unsanitary engineer
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Baron of the bench the panhandlin' master
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Well, I'm pullin' twenty G's a year
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I know it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
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With reality
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I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races
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No siree
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I keep it comin', sometimes don't know why
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I'm gonna do it 'til the day I die
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Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a question
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You got some spare change for me sucker
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'Cause I'm down and out and there ain't no doubt
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That I am here to stay
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Yeah you see me with my brothers
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Lyin' in the gutter with my paper bag in hand
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Yeah the streets are cold but at least
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There's soul all I need
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You'll take away my peace of mind
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You'll leave me there to rot and die
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But look again, my careless frind
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The world you live is just a lie
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It's a give and take, the more the fake
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The more the pain, the more you lose
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So live your life, don't take no sides
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N' seize the day and drink your booze
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PANHANDLIN' PRINCE
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| Ugly Kid Joe |
