Sittin on a rusty park bench babyNot much else to doSmoke cigarettes and rink my MickeysFine malt liquor brewAs I start drinkin and I start thinkinThat death is on my sideIf my heart stopped beatin, the street kept reekinThats suicide.... thats right I grew up in the inner cityA dark part of this townJust another innocent backwoods victimSociety like to put downYou can call me a boozer, or call me a loserIt really doesnt matter to meI got a bench for snoozin, some sauce to keep boozinThats all I neeed ChorusI keep it comin, sometimes I dont know whyIm gonna do it til the day i die Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpsterUnsanitary engineerBaron of the bench the panhandlin masterWell, Im pullin twenty Gs a yearI know it aint much but at least Im in touch, yeahWith realityAnd I wouldnt trade no places to be in rat racesNo siree Chorus Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a questionYou got some spare change for me sucker?Cause Im down and out and there aint no doubtThat I am here to stay Yeah you see me lyin with my brothersIn the gutter with my paper bag in handYeah the streets are cold but at leastTheres soul and thats all I need Youll take away my peace of mindYoull leave me there to rot and dieBut look again, my careless friendThe world you live is just a lieIts a give and take, the more the fakeThe more the pain, the more you loseLive your life, dont take no sidesNseize the day and drink your booze
