Lyrics:

look, there's hard luck willie

he begs for bucks sometimes

he ain't never bothered nobody

and nobody bothered to hand him a dime

he don't wanna work

cause he looks like a bum and he stinks like a turk

but he'll survive, they say, to urinate where you eat someday



leave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come back

these streets are paved with violence,

broken dreams, and vials of crack

so sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly bliss

mass transit, penn station, ass rancid

with the sentch of piss



why 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 file

he was willing to serve with a smile

so he sold himself for the price of a fix

and the next day willie called in sick



leave this life behind you honey and don't you ever come back

these streets are paved with violence,

broken dreams, and vials of crack

so sick of living in a city where ignorance is truly bliss

bus terminal, port authority, portapotty

with the stench of piss



they cry as they lie in their filth, i call it a crime

so drunk they can drown in their puke, of bile and wine

defecation in general can heat seal your nose with a kiss

so don't bother holding your breath - inhale some of this