Pro-Pain - The Stench Of Piss Lyrics
look, there's hard luck williehe begs for bucks sometimeshe ain't never bothered nobodyand nobody bothered to hand him a dimehe don't wanna workcause he looks like a bum and he stinks like a turkbut he'll survive, they say, to urinate where you eat somedayleave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come backthese streets are paved with violence,broken dreams, and vials of crackso sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly blissmass transit, penn station, ass rancidwith the sentch of pisswhy 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 filehe was willing to serve with a smileso he sold himself for the price of a fixand the next day willie called in sickleave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come backthese streets are paved with violence,broken dreams, and vials of crackso sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly blissbus terminal, port authority, portapottywith the stench of pissthey cry as they lie in their filth, i call it a crimeso drunk they can drown in their puke, of bile and winedefecation in general can heat seal your nose with a kissso don't bother holding your breath - inhale some of this
