No panhandling, they say it isn't a job
Oh but I disagree, ya' ignorant slob
But there may come a day when yer found down & out
And the hateful replies will fill you with doubt
Ya' might be a squatter, ya' might be a punk
Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk
And thank you for shopping & please come again
*You suffer to know, try even harder to see
Making sense of your life in a fucked reality
From Decatur Street up to Avenue A
From El Guadalupe, Texas to the San Francisco Bay
You turned a spanging' job into a lifelong career
For a tin of tobacco and a 40 of beer
Now yer drinkin' & yer thinkin':
"Is my bad luck running out?"
You're stopped by the cops and ya' hope & ya' wish
And yer askin' real nice for them to let ya' go
They ask if they were shot in the street
Would you laugh in their face? And ya' can't say no
After all of the times that you barely scraped by
With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
Now yer drinking & you're thinking':
"Is my bad luck running out?"
*With the cobra we drank & the shit we were talkin'
In the Tenderloin gutter, we were Crack City rockin'
Yeah, when we were alive, we were wicked & young
With the good times we had & the songs that we sung
Now it's sad that you died & I wish you would stay
But I sold all my stamps at the end of the day
And now I'm drinkin' & I'm thinkin':
"Is my bad luck running out?"
Popeye: Bad luck, man. Plenty of that to go around.
My good friend gone
who was always there to share it with me
After all of the times that ya' barely scraped by
With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
Now yer drinkin' & yer thinkin':
"Is my bad luck running out?"
*I got assaulted by Officer Friendly
On the 4th of July, stick a needle in my eye
I said, "I didn't do nothin'"&"What's this allabout?"
He said, "Resisting arrest!"
As he pulled his baton out
Spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead
My thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head
And the last one left was,
"Is my bad luck runnin' out?"