Leftöver Crack Crack City Rockers Lyrics

Mediocre Generica Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Homeo-apathy
  • 2 Nazi White Trash
  • 3 Atheist Anthem
  • 4 The Good, The Bad & The Leftöver Crack
  • 5 Gay Rude Boys Unite
  • 6 NC
  • 7 Interlude
  • 8 Stop the Insanity
  • 9 Crack City Rockers
  • 10 Burning in Water
  • 11 With the Sickness
  • 12 Born to Die
  • 13 Gay Rude Boys Unite (instrumental)
  • 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 you with doubt
    Ya' might be a squatter, ya' might be a punk
    Just give us a quarter so we can get drunk
    And thank you for shopping & please come again

    *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, Texas to the San Francisco Bay
    You turned a spanging' job into a lifelong career
    For a tin of tobacco and a 40 of beer
    Now yer drinkin' & yer thinkin':
    "Is my bad luck running out?"

    You're stopped by the cops and ya' hope & ya' wish
    And yer 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 yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
    Now yer drinking & you're thinking':
    "Is my bad luck running out?"

    *With the cobra we drank & the shit we were talkin'
    In the Tenderloin gutter, we were Crack City rockin'
    Yeah, when we were alive, we were wicked & young
    With the good times we had & the songs that we sung
    Now it's sad that you died & I wish you would stay
    But I sold all my stamps at the end of the day
    And now I'm drinkin' & I'm thinkin':
    "Is my bad luck running out?"

    Popeye: Bad luck, man. Plenty of that to go around
    My good friend gone
    Who 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' & yer thinkin':
    "Is my bad luck running out?"

    *I got assaulted by Officer Friendly
    On the 4th of July, stick a needle in my eye
    I said, "I didn't do nothin'"&"What's this allabout?"
    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?"

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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