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, or call me a loser It really deesnt't't matter to me I got a bench for snoozin, some sauce to keep boozin That's all I neeed
You know I think that you're a bitch Who only likes me cuz I'm rich She work for me to buy you clothes And lots of powder for your nose Yeah you're the worst I ever had Oohh and I think it's pretty sad Oohh that I'm still in love with you Yeah even though my love ain't true
You know I think that you're a bitch Who only likes me cuz I'm rich You think you got me by the balls But I ain't pickin' up your calls Yeah I'm the worst you ever had And don't you think it's pretty sad Oohh that you're still in love with me And now you know my love ain't free
LET THE BURNING BRIDGES TUMBLE DOWN LET THE WATER COME AND FLOOD THE GROUND BURN A HOLE INTO THE SOUTHERN SKY I ONLY WANNA BE WALKING BY YOUR SIDE WHEN I SEE TOMORROW I SEE YOU THERE WHEN I LOOK AROUND I'LL SEE YOU EVERYWHERE YOUR FACE IS ETCHED INTO MY MIND WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE IM FEELING LIKE THE MILKMANS SON LET YOUR DARKEST SPIRITS FLY AWAY COME AGAIN BUT YOU WONT COME TODAY SPEND THE LAST TIME OF MY WORTHLESS JOB I ONLY WANNA BE WALKING BY YOUR SIDE IM FEELING LIKE THE MILKMANS SON SAID IM FEELING LIKE THE MILKMAN
You know I think that you're insane The way you play this silly game Do what you want, that's what you do I count the days until we're through You know I wish I had a dime For every time you start to whine Oh and I wish I had a buck For every time that you suck
Sittin on a rusty park bench baby Not much else to do Smoke cigarettes and rink my mickeys 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!
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