Ugly Kid Joe Follow

Sittin' on a rusty park bench babyNot much else to doSmoke cigarettes and drink my Mickey'sFine malt liquor brewAs I start drinkin' and I start thinkin'That death is on my sideIf my heart stopped beatin', the street kept reekin'That's suicide... that's right !I grew up in the inner ictyA dark part of this townjust another innoncent backwoods victimSociety like to put downYou can call me a boozer, or call me a loserIt really doesn't matter to meI got a bench for snoozin', some sauce to keep boozin'That's all I needI keep it comin', sometimes don't know whyI'm gonna do it 'til the day I die !Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpsterUnsanitary engineerBaron of the bench the panhandlin' masterWell, I'm pullin' twenty G's a yearI know it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeahWith realityI wouldn't trade no places to be in rat racesNo siree !I keep it comin', sometimes don't know whyI'm gonna do it 'til the day I die !Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a questionYou got some spare change for me sucker ?'Cause I'm down and out and there ain't no doubtThat I am her to stayYeah you see me lyin' with my brothersIn the gutter with my paper bag in handYeah the streets are cold but at leastThere's soul and that's all I needYou'll take away my peace of mindYou'll leave me there to rot and dieBut look again, my careless frindThe world you live is just a lieIt's a give and take, the more the fakeThe more the apin, the more you loseSo live your life, don't take no sidesN' seize the day and rink your booze !