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

That's suicide that's 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't't matter to me

I got a bench for snoozin

Some sauce to keep boozin

That's all I neeed

Chorus

I keep it comin sometimes

I don't 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 wouldn't 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

There's soul and

That's 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

Don't take no sides

Nseize the day

And drink your booze