I can barely speak, my teeth have melted away
With heroin, meth, and alcohol, my dreams I'll always stay
I'm not yelling at you, just the voices inside my head
Twenty years out on the streets, it's amazing I'm not dead
Give me some of your money, your beer and cigarettes too
If you don't hand them over, I might just yell f*ck you
I know you have a normal life, the pigeons tell me so
After I'm done with this next forty, I'll put on a shitty show
The police always hassle me, but they never take me in
Hand out beatings that I can't take, there's no way I can win