Ugly Kid Joe - Panhandlin' Prince Lyrics

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Sittin’ on rusty park bench baby
Not much else to do
Smoke cigarettes and drink my Micky’s
It’s fine malt liquor brew
As I start drinkin and I start thinking
That death is on my side
Then my heart stops beatin’
The streets get reekin’
That’s suicide (that’s right)

I grew up in the inner city
A chopped part of this town
Just another innocent backwards victim
Society would like to put down
You can call me a boozer
Call me a loser
Really doesn’t matter to me
I got a bench for snoozin’
Some sauce to keep boozin’
That’s all I need

I keep it comin
Sometimes, don’t know why
Ooo yeah, gonna do it until
The day I die (YEAH………..)

Consider me ‘The Duke’
As I dine in your dumpster
Unsanitary engineer
Well I’m the man of the place
The panhandlin’ master
Well I’m pullin’ 20 gees a year
Said I know it ain’t much
But at least I’m in touch yeah
With reality
I wouldn’t trade no places
To be in rat races
No sir’y

I keep it comin
Sometimes, don’t know why
Ooo yeah, gonna do it until
The day I die I keep it comin
Sometimes, don’t know why
Ooo yeah, gonna do it until
The day I die

Yo Mr. Trump
Can I ask you a question
You got some spare change for me, sucker?
Now I’m down
And there ain’t no doubt that,
I am here to stay

Yeah you see with my brothers
Lyin, in the gutter with my,
My paper bag in hand
Yeah the streets are cold
But a least there (so?)
All I need…(hey you bum, get a jod)

You take away my piece of mind
You leave me there to rot and die, yeah yeah
But look again, my (dearest?) friend
World you live in is just a lie, yeah yeah
It’s give and take
The more you fake, the more pain, the more you lose
yeah yeah yeah yeah
So livin large, don’t take no sides
Just siege the day, and drink your booze 

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lyrics submitted on 16-05-2006
lyrics corrected on 16-05-2006