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

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

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

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

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

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

all of the times that ya barely scraped by
with the lice in yer 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 a needle in my eye
i said "i do nothin'" & "whats this all about?"
he said "resisting arrest" as his his baton out
spitting bile and blood as they me for dead
my thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my
and the one left is: is my bad luck running out?