Panhandlin' Prince lyrics

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 city

A dark part of this town

Just another innocent backwoods victim

Society like to put down

You can call me a boozer, 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 I 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

I'm the 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

And 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, goodbye

I keep it comin', sometimes I 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?

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

I am here to stay

Yeah you see me livin' with my brothers

In the gutter with my, 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 friend

The world you live is just a lie

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

The more the pain, the more you lose

So live your life, don't take no sides

N' seize the day and drink your booze!

• Artist:Ugly Kid Joe
• Album:America's Least Wanted (1992)