Crack City Rockers Leftöver Crack
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[Verse 1]
"No panhandling," they say, "It isn't a job"
Oh, but I disagree, ya ignorant slob
But there may come a day
When you're found down and out
And the hateful replies will fill you with doubt
Ya might be a skater, ya might be a punk
Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk
And thank you for shopping and please come again
[Chorus]
You suffer to know, try even harder to see
Making sense of your life in a fucked reality
From Decatur Street up to Avenue A
From El Guadalupe in Texas to the San Francisco Bay
You turned a spangin' job into a lifelong career
For a tin o' tobacco and a forty of beer
Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin':
"Is my bad luck running out?"
[Verse 2]
You're stopped by the cops, and ya hope and ya wish
And you're askin' real nice for them to let ya go
They ask if they were shot in the street
Would you laugh in their face? And ya can't say no
After all of the times that you barely scraped by
With the lice in your hair and the gleam in your eye
Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin':
"Is my bad luck running out?"
"No panhandling," they say, "It isn't a job"
Oh, but I disagree, ya ignorant slob
But there may come a day
When you're found down and out
And the hateful replies will fill you with doubt
Ya might be a skater, ya might be a punk
Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk
And thank you for shopping and please come again
[Chorus]
You suffer to know, try even harder to see
Making sense of your life in a fucked reality
From Decatur Street up to Avenue A
From El Guadalupe in Texas to the San Francisco Bay
You turned a spangin' job into a lifelong career
For a tin o' tobacco and a forty of beer
Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin':
"Is my bad luck running out?"
[Verse 2]
You're stopped by the cops, and ya hope and ya wish
And you're askin' real nice for them to let ya go
They ask if they were shot in the street
Would you laugh in their face? And ya can't say no
After all of the times that you barely scraped by
With the lice in your hair and the gleam in your eye
Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin':
"Is my bad luck running out?"
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