Pro-Pain Lyrics

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The Stench Of Piss Lyrics

look, there's hard luck willie

 he begs for bucks sometimes

 he ain't never bothered nobody

 and nobody bothered to hand him a dime

 he don't wanna work

 cause he looks like a bum and he stinks like a turk

 but he'll survive, they say, to urinate where you eat someday

 

 leave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come back

 these streets are paved with violence,

 broken dreams, and vials of crack

 so sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly bliss

 mass transit, penn station, ass rancid

 with the sentch of piss

 

 why do they call him willie?

 and what will he do for money?

 will he sell his ass and get cash for sex?

 what will he think of next?

 got a couple of johns on file

 he was willing to serve with a smile

 so he sold himself for the price of a fix

 and the next day willie called in sick

 

 leave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come back

 these streets are paved with violence,

 broken dreams, and vials of crack

 so sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly bliss

 bus terminal, port authority, portapotty

 with the stench of piss

 

 they cry as they lie in their filth, i call it a crime

 so drunk they can drown in their puke, of bile and wine

 defecation in general can heat seal your nose with a kiss

 so don't bother holding your breath - inhale some of this