Crack City Rockers

No panhandling they say it isnt a job

Oh but I disagree you ignorant slob

But there may come a day when yer found down and out

And the hateful replies will fill you with doubt

You might be a skinhead you might be a punk

Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk

Thank you for shopping and please come again

You suffer to know try even harder to see

Making sense of yer life in a f**ked reality

From decatur st up to avenue a

From el guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay

You turned a spanging job into a life long career

For a tin tabaacco and a fourty of beer

Now yer drinkin and yer thinkin is my bad luck running out

Your stopped by the cops and you hope and you wish

And yer askin real nice for them to letcha go

So they ask if they were shot in the street

Would you laugh in their face and you can't say no

After all of the times that you barely scraped by

With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye

Now yer drinking and yer thinkin is my bad luck running out

With the cobra we drank and the sh*t we were talking

In the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rocking

Yeah when we were alive we were wicked and young

With the good times we had and the songs we sung

Now it's sad that you died and I wish you would stay

But I sold all my stamps at the end of the day

And now i'm drinking and i'm thinking is my bad luck running out

After all of the times that you barely scraped by

With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye

Now yer drinking and yer thinkin is my bad luck running out

I got assualted by officer friendly

On the fourth of july stick a needle in my eye

I said I didn't do nothing and whats this all about

He said resisting arrest as his pulled his baton out

Spitting bile and blood as they left me for dead

My thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head

And the last one left is: is my bad luck running out