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no panhandling they say it isnt a job<br />oh but i disagree ya ignorant slob<br />but there may come a day, when yer found down & out<br />and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt<br />ya might be a skinhead ya might be a punk<br />just give us a quarter so we can get drunk<br />thank you for shopping and please come again <br /><br />you suffer to know, try even harder to see<br />making sense of yer life in a fucked reality<br />from decatur st. up to avenue A<br />from El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay<br />ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career<br />for a tin A' tabacco and a fourty of beer<br />now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? <br /><br />yer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish<br />& yer askin real nice for them to letcha go<br />so they ask if they were shot in the street<br />would ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no <br /><br />after all of the times that ya barely scraped by<br />with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye<br />now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? <br /><br />with the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'<br />in the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'<br />yeah when we were alive we were wicked and young<br />with the good times we had and the songs we sung<br />now it's sad that you died and i wish you would stay<br />but i sold all my stamps at the end of the day<br />and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out? <br /><br />Popeye: <br />(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go around<br />my good friend gone was always there to share it with me)<br /><br />after all of the times that ya barely scraped by<br />with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye<br />now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? <br /><br />i got assualted by officer friendly<br />on the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye<br />i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"<br />he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his baton out<br />spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead<br />my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head<br />and the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?
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no panhandling they say it isnt a job<br />oh but i disagree ya ignorant slob<br />but there may come a day, when yer found down & out<br />and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt<br />ya might be a skinhead ya might be a punk<br />just give us a quarter so we can get drunk<br />thank you for shopping and please come again <br /><br />you suffer to know, try even harder to see<br />making sense of yer life in a fucked reality<br />from decatur st. up to avenue A<br />from El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay<br />ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career<br />for a tin A' tabacco and a fourty of beer<br />now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? <br /><br />yer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish<br />& yer askin real nice for them to letcha go<br />so they ask if they were shot in the street<br />would ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no <br /><br />after all of the times that ya barely scraped by<br />with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye<br />now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? <br /><br />with the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'<br />in the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'<br />yeah when we were alive we were wicked and young<br />with the good times we had and the songs we sung<br />now it's sad that you died and i wish you would stay<br />but i sold all my stamps at the end of the day<br />and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out? <br /><br />Popeye: <br />(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go around<br />my good friend gone was always there to share it with me)<br /><br />after all of the times that ya barely scraped by<br />with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye<br />now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? <br /><br />i got assualted by officer friendly<br />on the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye<br />i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"<br />he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his baton out<br />spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead<br />my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head<br />and the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?
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