Im not angry, Im a no good piece of shit Ive heard that every day, it just rolls off my back Left town frustrated, no one to talk to Alone with the thoughts in my head People I respect knock me down, so I sit Like a piece of garbage washed up on the curb And its funny in a place where one in ten have no money You hear one in ten encouraging words Yeah, the wise men dont know shit, its a poor fuck like me On the streets got it all figured out Said an old man, piss drunk on a Wednesday With a smile from his dirty, toothless mouth Made me smile and he asked me for a smoke and some change When a cigarette was all I had to give And I sat around watching cars Thinking stupid fucking thoughts about my friends And my school and my girl and myself And I wish I could go drinking where no one knew my name And I didnt know anyone else I sat alone, bored, accomplishing nothing Another summer day, more thrown away sunshine Now dont get offended and dont curse me out But Im starving and I sure could use your dimes I looked up at a young man not much older than me Gave a dollar and a smoke and some time He said I fought for Uncle Sam, now he wont fight for me Threw me out when I was done serving time I said I wouldnt go into special forces and kill He said Then stay out on the streets and fucking die And theres two kinds of prisons, some say One where youre locked up and everythings outside and the other where youre outside and everything is locked away
said, sat, accomplishing, locked, one