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Sittin on a rusty park bench baby |
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Not much else to do |
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Smoke cigarettes and rink my mickeys |
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Fine malt liquor brew |
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As I start drinkin and I start thinkin |
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That death is on my side |
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If my heart stopped beatin, the street kept reekin |
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That's suicide.... that's right! |
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I grew up in the inner city |
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A dark part of this town |
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Just another innocent backwoods victim |
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Society like to put down |
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You can call me a boozer, or call me a loser |
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It really doesnt't't matter to me |
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I got a bench for snoozin, some sauce to keep boozin |
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That's all I neeed |
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Chorus |
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I keep it comin, sometimes I don't know why |
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Im gonna do it til the day I die |
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Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpster |
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Unsanitary engineer |
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Baron of the bench the panhandlin master |
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Well, Im pullin twenty gs a year |
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I know it aint much but at least Im in touch, yeah |
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With reality |
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And I wouldn't trade no places to be in rat races |
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No siree! |
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Chorus |
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Yo, mr. trump, can I ask you a question |
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You got some spare change for me sucker? |
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Cause Im down and out and there aint no doubt |
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That I am here to stay |
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Yeah you see me lyin with my brothers |
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In the gutter with my paper bag in hand |
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Yeah the streets are cold but at least |
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There's soul and that's all I need! |
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Youll take away my peace of mind |
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Youll leave me there to rot and die |
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But look again, my careless friend |
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The world you live is just a lie |
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Its a give and take, the more the fake |
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The more the pain, the more you lose |
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Live your life, don't take no sides |
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Nseize the day and drink your booze! |
