Sittin on a rusty park bench baby

Not much else to do

Smoke cigarettes and rink my mickeys

Fine malt liquor brew

As I start drinkin and I start thinkin

That death is on my side

If my heart stopped beatin, the street kept reekin

Thats suicide.... thats right!

I grew up in the inner city

A dark part of this town

Just another innocent backwoods victim

Society like to put down

You can call me a boozer, or call me a loser

It really doesnt matter to me

I got a bench for snoozin, some sauce to keep boozin

Thats all I neeed

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I keep it comin, sometimes I dont know why

Im gonna do it til the day I die

Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpster

Unsanitary engineer

Baron of the bench the panhandlin master

Well, Im pullin twenty gs a year

I know it aint much but at least Im in touch, yeah

With reality

And I wouldnt trade no places to be in rat races

No siree!

Chorus

Yo, mr. trump, can I ask you a question

You got some spare change for me sucker?

cause Im down and out and there aint no doubt

That I am here to stay

Yeah you see me lyin with my brothers

In the gutter with my paper bag in hand

Yeah the streets are cold but at least

Theres soul and thats all I need!

Youll take away my peace of mind

Youll leave me there to rot and die

But look again, my careless friend

The world you live is just a lie

Its a give and take, the more the fake

The more the pain, the more you lose

Live your life, dont take no sides

Nseize the day and drink your booze!