The Stench Of Piss Lyrics - Foul Taste Of Freedom - Pro-pain

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