Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

I sat next to a man on a park bench next to a hotdog stand he said,

catch the dragon’s tail if you can. it’s a rush man!

it’s a bad plan but if you get your fix maybe the fifth or sixth time

it’s a life it’s a lie.

I said I’m through with coke he said you want some dope?

I choked and said I meant the drink man, what did you think man?

and we sat on your front steps I killed a bug with a cigarette

and you told about your first hit and I felt bad, I felt bad.

I said this one needs a chorus, maybe a sludgy number with some minor chords

that they can tap their toes to, and not get bored because it rhymes.

then I gave this ring to you in hopes that we’d stay gold till we grow old

abby lee come away with me.

lets get lost and maybe be happy someday have a house

with trees on a lane so shady I know it’s sappy

and I got up and went for a walk got down the block

got stung by a wasp she was mid-fifties

white anglo-saxon square they’re not going anywhere.

got into a fist and cuff with my boss. I lost. he was pretty tough

so I left and dropped my smoke. felt like a joke, felt like a joke

and I stumbled down my street on two broken feet past the bank

who I forgot to thank for their correspondence found out I was broke.

in fact worst then broke they can pinch and poke and push the yoke

while the rich man laughs oh what a gas oh what a funny fucked up joke

and I passed a black man with a blank stare we share the same air doesn’t

seem fair

that the poor get no healthcare while the rich and bald can buy new hair,

its fucked!

no mister I don’t mean to stare at your brand new car no you don’t care

we can go to war, or if your wife’s a whore. fuck the poor! you snooze, your

sore!

all they do is snore that’s why I lock my front door and if something’s lost

you just

call the cops, call the cops while people just want jobs where they don’t

get robbed

who do we call, when you get robbed.

who really scores all the dirty drugs is it the rich or thugs? I can tell

you that it

aint the poor. mister keep your stocks and shares, corner offices and

executive chairs

I broke my last red cent for my woman’s love

and mister I can’t pay the rent this month, no mister I can’t pay the rent

this month