Panhandlin' Prince Lyrics - America's Least Wanted - Ugly Kid Joe

Sittin' on a rusty park bench baby 

Not much else to do 

Smoke cigarettes and drink my Mickey's 

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 icty 

A dark part of this town 

just another innoncent backwoods victim 

Society like to put down 

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

It 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 

I'm 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, I'm pullin' twenty G's a year 

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 siree ! 

I keep it comin', sometimes don't know why 

I'm gonna do it 'til the day I die ! 

Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a question 

You got some spare change for me sucker ? 

'Cause I'm down and out and there ain't no doubt 

That I am her 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 

You'll take away my peace of mind 

You'll leave me there to rot and die 

But look again, my careless frind 

The world you live is just a lie 

It's a give and take, the more the fake 

The more the apin, the more you lose 

So live your life, don't take no sides 

N' seize the day and rink your booze !