Ugly Kid Joe Panhandlin' Prince

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

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I keep it comin�, sometimes I don't know why
I'm gonna 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'm pullin� twenty g�s a year
I know it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
With reality
And I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races
No siree!

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Yo, mr. trump, can I ask you a question
You got some spare change for me sucker?
'cause I'm down and out and there ain't no doubt
That I am here to stay

Yeah you see me lyin� with my brothers
In the gutter with my paper bag in hand
Yeah the streets are cold but at least
There's soul and that's all I need!

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