no panhandling they say it isnt 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 skinhead 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 fucked 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 fourty 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 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 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 assualted by officer friendly
  on the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye
  i said "i didn't do nothin'" & "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?