My car broke down in Arizona
Have to ride the bus again
At ten-o-clock on Tuesday night
With thirteen cents and a broken pen
I put my backpack on the bench
Tell two people I don't smoke
See the cop across the street
He thinks that I am selling dope
I could have walked another block
To get away from the scene
Why does it always come to this
Where zero meets fifteen?
And so I gave my thirteen cents
To the man who peed his pants
He passes out and falls on me
I watch my change fall from his hand
I see the lady next to me
Holds her baby black blue
The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking
Where I got my new tattoo
What does it matter anyway
Thirteen cents or all I own?
How can I ever save the world
On cup-o-soup and student loans?
Have to ride the bus again
At ten-o-clock on Tuesday night
With thirteen cents and a broken pen
I put my backpack on the bench
Tell two people I don't smoke
See the cop across the street
He thinks that I am selling dope
I could have walked another block
To get away from the scene
Why does it always come to this
Where zero meets fifteen?
And so I gave my thirteen cents
To the man who peed his pants
He passes out and falls on me
I watch my change fall from his hand
I see the lady next to me
Holds her baby black blue
The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking
Where I got my new tattoo
What does it matter anyway
Thirteen cents or all I own?
How can I ever save the world
On cup-o-soup and student loans?
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