look, there's hard luck willie
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he begs for bucks sometimes
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he ain't never bothered nobody
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and nobody bothered to hand him a dime
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he don't wanna work
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cause he looks like a bum and he stinks like a turk
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but he'll survive, they say, to urinate where you eat someday
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leave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come back
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these streets are paved with violence,
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broken dreams, and vials of crack
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so sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly bliss
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mass transit, penn station, ass rancid
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with the sentch of piss
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why do they call him willie?
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and what will he do for money?
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will he sell his ass and get cash for sex?
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what will he think of next?
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got a couple of johns on file
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he was willing to serve with a smile
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so he sold himself for the price of a fix
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and the next day willie called in sick
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leave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come back
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these streets are paved with violence,
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broken dreams, and vials of crack
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so sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly bliss
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bus terminal, port authority, portapotty
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with the stench of piss
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they cry as they lie in their filth, i call it a crime
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so drunk they can drown in their puke, of bile and wine
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defecation in general can heat seal your nose with a kiss
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so don't bother holding your breath - inhale some of this
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The Stench Of Piss
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