Crack City Rockers

Lyrics

[Verse 1] "No panhandling," they say, "It isn't a job" Oh, but I disagree, ya ignorant slob But there may come a day When you're found down and out And the hateful replies will fill you with doubt Ya might be a skater, ya might be a punk Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk And thank you for shopping and please come again [Chorus] You suffer to know, try even harder to see Making sense of your life in a fucked reality From Decatur Street up to Avenue A From El Guadalupe in Texas to the San Francisco Bay You turned a spangin' job into a lifelong career For a tin o' tobacco and a forty of beer Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin': "Is my bad luck running out?" [Verse 2] You're stopped by the cops, and ya hope and ya wish And you're askin' real nice for them to let ya go They ask if they were shot in the street Would you laugh in their face? And ya can't say no After all of the times that you barely scraped by With the lice in your hair and the gleam in your eye Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin': "Is my bad luck running out?" [Chorus] With the cobra, we drank, and the shit 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 that 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 running out?" ["Raga-Toasting" Interlude: Popeye] Bad luck, man Plenty of that to go around My good friend gone Who was always there to share it with me [Verse 3] After all of the times that you barely scraped by With the lice in your hair and the gleam in your eye Now you're drinkin' and you're thinkin': "Is my bad luck running out?" [Chorus] I got assaulted by Officer Friendly On the Fourth of July, stick a needle in my eye I said, "I didn't do nothin'" and "What's this all about?" He said, "Resisting arrest!" as he 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 was: "Is my bad luck runnin' out?"