In the last days of September Winds were blowing down our blocks Knocking down the dead old trees Rocking ferries and the docks Popped a benny, drank some beers Then pissed off the fucking pier Then cursed the god who made the winds Of piss drenched shoes and socks Chorus Lend me this months rent, my dad just bought a round Youll get your money right before I leave this town Lend me this months rent, Im working underground Claiming all my riches, at the lost and found For a while I was painting houses In San Francisco coastal lots In the evening I would drink my wages On the weekends, down the slots The bartender raved at me Over a lousy cup of tea You must be a phony drunken poet Cause Ive fucked all the jocks and cops! Chorus My dad just needs to get some air Hes underneath the vents Hes begging for a chair and hell lend me This months rent This months rent! My friends are all stoned and booking venues While Im lying on the floor My dad worked for 35 years I believe Ill work for more I caught [???] with a shot Then I chased with what I got If you are waiting for me Your ass just might meet the fucking door Chorus
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