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no panhandling they say it a job
oh but i disagree ya ignorant
but there may a day, when yer found down & out
and the replies will fill ya with doubt
ya be a skater ya might be a punk
give us a quarter so we can get drunk
thank you for and please come again

you suffer to know, try even to see
making sense of yer life in a fucked
from st. up to avenue A
from El in texas to the san francisco bay
ya turned a job into a life long career
for a tin A' and a fourty of beer
now yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck out?

yer stopped by the & ya hope & ya wish
& yer askin real nice for to letcha go
so they ask if were shot in the street
would ya laugh in face and ya can't say no

after all of the that ya barely scraped by
with the lice in yer hair and the in yer eye
now yer and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?

with the cobra we drank and the shit we were
in the tenderloin gutter we were crack city
yeah when we were alive we were and young
with the good we had and the songs we sung
now it's sad that you died and i wish you would
but i all my stamps at the end of the day
and now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin'

(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go
my good friend was always there to share it with me)

all of the times that ya barely scraped by
with the in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
now yer and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?

i got by officer friendly
on the 4th of july stick a in my eye
i said "i do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"
he said "resisting arrest" as his pulled his out
spitting bile and blood as they left me for
my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my
and the last one left is: is my bad running out?