| Sittin' on a rusty park bench baby
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| Not much else to do
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| Smoke cigarettes and drink my mickey’s
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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, call me a loser
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| It really doesn’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 need
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| I keep it comin', sometimes I don’t know why
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| I’m 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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| I’m the baron of the bench the panhandlin' master
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| Well, I’m pullin' twenty g’s a year
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| I know it ain’t much but at least I’m 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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| I keep it comin', sometimes don’t know why
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| I’m gonna do it 'til the day I die, goodbye
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| I keep it comin', sometimes I don’t know why
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| I’m gonna do it 'til the day I die
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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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| Now I’m down and out and there ain’t no doubt
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| I am here to stay
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| Yeah you see me livin' with my brothers
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| In the gutter with my, 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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| You’ll take away my peace of mind
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| You’ll 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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| It’s a give and take, the more the fake
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| The more the pain, the more you lose
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| So live your life, don’t take no sides
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| N' seize the day and drink your booze! |