Текст песни «Crack City Rockers» от Leftover Crack

Представляем точный текст композиции "Crack City Rockers" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Leftover Crack . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Crack City Rockers» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Leftover Crack передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Leftover Crack - "Crack City Rockers"

Lyrics to Crack City Rockers :

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 cant 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 its sad that you died and i wish you would stay

but i sold all my stamps at the end of the day

and now im drinkin and im 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 didnt 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'
[ Crack City Rockers Lyrics  ]

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