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  fucked  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  shit  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