Filthy Thieving Bastards - Phony Drunken Poet lyrics

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Filthy Thieving Bastards - Phony Drunken Poet lyrics

In the last days of September Winds were blowing down our blocks Knocking down, the dead old trees Rocking ferries and the docks Popped a benny, drank some beers Then pissed off the f**ing pier They cursed the god who made the winds Of piss drenched shoes and socks (Chorus) Lend me this month's rent, my dad just bought a round You'll get your money right before I leave this town Lend me this month's rent, I'm working underground Claiming all my riches, at the lost and found For a while I was painting houses In San Francisco coastal lots In the evening I would drink my wages On the weekends, down the slots The bartender raved at me Over a lousy cup of tea "You must be a phony drunken poet 'cause I've f**ed all the jocks and cops!" (Chorus) My dad just needs to get some air He's underneath the vents He's begging for a chair and he'll lend me This month's rent This month's rent! My friends are all stoned and booking venues While I'm lying on the floor My dad worked for 35 years I believe I'll work for more I caught ___ with a shot Then I chased with what I got If you are waiting for me Your ____ the f**ing door (Chorus)