Leftover Crack - Crack City Rockers lyrics

no panhandling they say it isn't a job oh but i disagree ya ignorant slob but there may come a day, when yer found down & out and the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt ya might be a squatter, ya 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**ed reality from decatur st. up to avenue A from El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career for a tin A' tabacco and a forty of beer now yer drinkin' & yer thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out? yer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish & yer askin' real nice for them to letcha go so they ask if they were shot in the street would ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no after all of the times that ya barely scraped by with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out? with the cobra we drank and the sh** we were talkin' in the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin' 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 drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out? Popeye: (yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go around my good friend gone was always there to share it with me) after all of the times that ya barely scraped by with the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out? i got a**ualted by officer friendly on the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "what's 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?